This is why I don’t let men into my room, into my sanctuary because to them my room is just a place to fuck. A place for me to make them feel good and tend to their needs and when they are gone that selfish and lustful energy lingers Men don’t see my room as... Continue Reading →

We need to theorize the meaning of beauty in our lives so that we can educate for critical consciousness, talking through the issues: how we acquire and spend money, how we feel about beauty, what the place of beauty is in our lives when we lack material privilege and even basic resources for living, the... Continue Reading →

We wear the mask that grins and lies. It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes. This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties. Why should the world think otherwise In counting all our tears and sighs. Nay let them only see us while... Continue Reading →

This is a guide to provide you with 12 possible ways you can support an LGBTQ2S young person experiencing homelessness. In the exciting and blissful glow of this very commercial holiday season it’s important to remember there are still young people living without basic resources and these are 12 small and big ways you can... Continue Reading →

For men who are also wolves we blame you for our pain we blame you for our sorrow You see the world as a commodity Your thirst for domination kills and terrorizes I understand you see my pain my existence my body as an object of your gleeful debates To those men who colonize and... Continue Reading →

you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your... Continue Reading →

I’ve been focusing on my journey of womanhood and the women I see around me. Specifically black women and women of color. Losing myself in books and photographs of those identify with. A celebration of black a celebration of womanhood a celebration of black womaness, black girl magic. I am a difficult being to love... Continue Reading →

In my first week of living here I was told New York is like an abusive relationship; “You’ll know something is off by you’re so loyal and attached and there are truly great parts to it. When you finally have had a enough and you get the strength to leave you’re persuaded into staying.”  Over... Continue Reading →

As I turned 25 this month I realized how much I have changed and continue to change. My circumstances and experiences have led me to this very moment this very presence of my being my and the energy I possess. The past 12 months of my life have been equally challenging and rewarding as I... Continue Reading →