For my fans, August 2018 photos


How is it my camera on my phone does a better job than a pro who clearly doesn’t see how his hideous attempts didn’t even come close to capturing my face or body? Fuck it, my candids are better!

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connection

here
attached and breathing
in rhythm with you
every tear you withhold
i shed
such it is as one
connected
like vines pulsing
i send you honey and prayer
healing and sweetness
may we both have
drinking the nectar
of love and life

Mattering

doesn’t seem a big deal
your language and ideas
feeding someone who seeks
to starve you
to isolate you
to erase you
until you recognize
that the engineer of your destruction
looks and sounds like you
that is black respectability politics
at its worst
when your work does not count
until it no longer belongs to you
until it no longer represents you.