Winds of Change

      I have nurtured the seeds of resistance planted in my bones long ago. Roots grown swift and mighty, a solid foundation of iron stands me firm and holds me true. Vines of resilience climb the length of my spine-straight. Blooming down arms of hope and hands of peace, raised in wait, to … Continue reading Winds of Change

My Tribe

I love the heavy ones. I feel the loud ones. And I am the chaotic ones. The ones who scream to be heard over their own raging thoughts, while the boring ones tell them to hush... Those are my people.  

The Ugliest War of You 

Absolutely amazing. This is exceptional.   I live in a place where people say “faggot”  as causal as one would say, “hello.” A passing respectful nod from a stranger  is common, although just under his brea… Source: The Ugliest War of You 

The Loudest Discount

I am black and blue; bruised from the words that have bounced off of your back and slammed into me. My swollen eyes couldn’t make your face out of a crowd, but the way your hips sway, I could see you leaving for miles. My ears burn from the muffled hypocrisy that you spew, something … Continue reading The Loudest Discount

Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Clusters

It is as if some sort of cosmic energy is continually pulsing through my veins, cascading along, dancing with my white blood cells, finding a home in every organ of my body. I hold the universe inside of me and I delight in the idea of that for days on end, but when I hit … Continue reading Clusters

Broken, I love someone broken – Lizzi Lewis

Broken, I love someone broken   “We’re playing hot potato,” you had said As we took turns to succumb to the monsters; Those chemical teeter-totters in the playgrounds Of our heads, and whilst I was below Beset, prepared to die to spare you (How nobly I would go, for you, for everyone For those foolish … Continue reading Broken, I love someone broken – Lizzi Lewis