Letters to Self

I was told that the man of my dreams would never exist. A traveler. Smart. Dedicated. Loyal. Accepting of my flaws, the way I do not brush my hair. A smile, some half crooked teeth. It is easy to convince a girl, raised fatherless, turned single mother that I was …

On forgiveness…

Some people do not deserve your time or your forgiveness. I learned that lesson time and again, because I want to believe in the good of people – in their ability to evolve. But there are people who only come around when they need of you and your energy. When …

Writing and Catharsis

Voice. Words. It is odd to me how people feel justified to silence you. To quiet you. And, I think back to Gloria Anzaldua – the political economy of here – of love and life and death and the emptiness capitalism creates. I write. I write to express myself – …

When the Conscious streams….

I need a space to be me. To be my most me, not a farce seeking attention, love, affection, recognition. I feel my monthly flow coming and with it, I, too, am flowing…flowing through emotions faster than I can feel them, flowing through headaches and bodyaches, and cramps, and tears …

Response to NYC Talking – Angel Rodriguez / Why Richard Spencer earned that elbow

This weekend, I came to learn that neo-Nazi Richard Spencer got decked on the side of the head by a White Antifa member, and I celebrated it. Yes, I celebrated a neo-Nazi that espouses the extermination and conquering of my people getting knocked the fuck out. I received push back …