“So it is better to speak
we were never meant to
— Audre Lorde
My lips are the sweetest when the rooster crows. I begin drinking hot tea with Honey, at my hip, A mellow pair usually enjoyed head tilted. Eyes closed savoring this bliss often polluted with censorship. I begin drinking hot tea with honey at my hip. Produce waits to be served over rhythm and yawns. Savoring … Continue reading Aubade →
What usually wakes you up? Cold lemon water with honey for me. The sound of hoofs against halomorphic soil is a close second though. There’s a trail crawling through our pasture. Nonlinear. Discombobulated at frail sections but never for too long. “I want to be as close as humanly possible with you,” says the path … Continue reading There Will Be Horses On My Farm →
My mother never took me to the shore. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. She only yielded to water behind closed doors. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark emotions. You forfeit power when entering the ocean. Our house had this heavy humid southern air. Ma’s sobs filled my dreams. She had dark … Continue reading Litany for Yemaya’s Love →
Hello Blog Family! Many of you know this about me but for those who don’t: I am a Black Queer 18 year old who is determined to become a certified professional midwife (CPM). Black and Brown births MATTER, and the maltreatment against Black and Brown pregnant folks in the medical industrial complex is beyond unacceptable. … Continue reading Assist a Black Queer Person in Becoming a Midwife →
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