recycled mail n letters, seeds, pressed foliage
I am a wise person but I guess I am stupid in Love
somehow my attempts at closeness n accountability get me n my practices called demonic
for Seeing through the bullshit
when I was tryna figure out how to get the pulp of this paper making process right (it’ll take a few tries) I was carried by the Knowing that my Dad was raised by his Grandparents who could not read n write n now people Know our name worldwide
my work re: literacy is everything to me
if you think disrespecting my Home my Body my Lifelines my words n my Loved ones comes without consequence you deserve to Be Reminded
I will turn you into art n plant you in the dirt
my Heart still pure
n it still hurts but
idle hands n an ungrateful Heart are worse
I rebuke an angry shifty prejudice man from thinking he can take from a culture he does not Belong to n trivialize our pain our music our magic online for likes in place of real Life acceptance n Self reflection
I rebuke who thought he could degrade me over text message n then try to Be Seen standing next to me without Changing too
find somewhere safe to play ego games boo
I am not your Mom
emBodied melody 