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the hard children
the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over feeling and being the world is a hard place so we raise hard children and so the cycle of the hard world continues perhaps we... Continue Reading →
waking up to myself
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it... Continue Reading →
the obscure hall and its hollow walls
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can't see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through... Continue Reading →
-dear diary
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary... fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it is your innermost thoughts, makes you lose trust. not only in those around you but even in yourself- how can you trust the words not... Continue Reading →
tumescence
a micro-poem on foreplay
-breaking apart
sometimes, it feels as though I'm melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting is like healing its the scabbing of old scars its taking me into surprising new forms its as though the fire of pain came to glue me to... Continue Reading →
the sweet solace of the moments we give to our selves
there are few things sweeter than the moments we give to our selves. the solace of meditative silence deeper breaths longer baths and slowly slowly preparing meals for yourself painting your nails singing an old song. then there is the healing from crying the small freedom of letting go of all that has attempted to... Continue Reading →
-peace studies
I am a scholar of peace. I have written the essays on conflict, peace, and security. I have defined peace debated it, and deconstructed it many times. so arguably, I know a lot about peace. not really. I have found the peace I have studied lacking in answers. just more questions and ceaseless... Continue Reading →
A Lament of the Growing Futility of our Rage
our anger has no ability to destabilise they have grown accustomed to our anger. our anger is their profit deliberately deliberately they anger us the more we scream cry destroy ourselves the more they line their pockets thicken and bulge with the acidity of our anger our anger is so profitable they now sell... Continue Reading →
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