when autumn arrives and leaves begin  to fall i  remember that i  am the tree not the golden  leaf spinning gloriously  to the ground

There is no hard line  between sunset and night,  the oranges and pinks  give way to the inky  blues and purples  in a dance, a caress, they...

You worship me as your goddess pray that I’ll save you  kneel at my altar until I  fall from grace when your prayers are not answered my who...

We believe we are separate from the Earth  from each other can’t see all the emptiness  that connects us  — April PAD day 27: believe or don...

I have so many questions  so much hurt to understand but the only one that matters is how do you open your heart? —  April PAD day 24: quest...

How lucky am I  to be born  with such beauty  that you cannot  look away keep your hands off keep your cat calls in your mouth must thrust y...

There is no thinking with your heart, it  only knows how to feel  to beat, to  keep driving love/life forward  — April PAD day 25: thought 

Love your neighbor your good book says, but  you believe your  Middle Eastern messiah  was miraculously white, feel affinity  only toward th...

They corral us together feed us the same straw theories knowing there’s  no substance  nothing to stomach but plenty to chew on as they try ...

She doesn’t pass  wouldn’t want to always seems to be  holding her breath  dark skin a beacon  beaming Blackness without apology  a light to...