“Love yourself.” The walls whisper. I toss one way, see it written on the moon, turn the other and find it staring back at me from within the darkness of my room. “Love yourself.” They tell me, putting flowers in my hair to make me feel delicate and pretty but I vehemently shake them all… Continue reading I Hope This Finds You
I am free. I am, finally, free. I am walking through the canopies of wooded trees and yellow sunnies – the bees making their way to the nectar. Honey. So sweet. Like me. Honey. So free of bitters and negativity. Free of no. Free of you. Free to be… I am free. I open the… Continue reading Free
I want to do everything from and with love – for myself + for my loved ones. and for their loved ones… until it reaches the darkest corners of the world.
I’ve been pretending. // My skin color has always made me feel like The Other. // Am I evil? I wonder, turning my hands over. I look at my pigment, examine the green veins below the skin. Café con leche, you can say. Coffee with milk. Or yellow? Like the kids say these days. My skin… Continue reading On Being Someone Else
I woke up today, hoping, wishing (but deep down already knowing) I had not seen what I saw. Could I unsee it? No. It was there, it was real. It is life. I broke down. I broke down last night, feelig my heart shatter as Google told me Trump was leading… 264 to 209. I… Continue reading A Love Letter To My People On the Heels of “President Trump”