Come Here, I Tell You

Kuja nikuambie – come here, I tell you. I’m sure it’s not intended this way, but I find great humility in this simple phrase. Probably because I so often find that listening is essential to learning about a place or a people, and understanding who people are is so important to creating any sort of … More Come Here, I Tell You

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Whole

I’m tired of having ammo for my poetry Tired of melting down flesh laden bullets to make beautiful words My wounds are my ink I use them for writing But I wouldn’t be heartbroken if suddenly I was too whole to write about broken things

free me

I think people who have never experienced depression or struggled with the decision to take their own life – people who have never sat with a loved one listing every reason they have to be alive, every person that loves them dearly, and walked away wondering if they would still be there when you got … More free me

i namaste

i want you to know i namaste i see you you have two beautiful hips you’ve let mostly men thrust themselves into but it’s women who leave soul marks you can still feel when you touch them just right your orgasm is not gender specific on the right day you come from almost anybody inside … More i namaste