Every drawl of my huskiness, and every flex is snapped into its rightful place, not as the demonstrable evidence of man, no. It is, the connectedness of my body to the soulish devices that have been there, all the while, and hadn’t had a palette.
Tag: self love
Self-ownership is success
Bloganuary - Day 11 - How do you define success? I wasn't sure how to answer that question before the year 2015. I did most of what people would determine should lead you to success. I tried college, and even after I stopped short on college, I still pursued diplomas and certifications, and even tried college … Continue reading Self-ownership is success
In The Eye of The Storm
You know, I sure have never seen the inside of the eye of the storm, but you've heard the stories, right? That…in the dead center, if you were to stand there, it is deathly calm, and there is a barricade of wind stopping the destruction from entering that very middle. I imagine that they call … Continue reading In The Eye of The Storm
Ampersands: a gray area
I feel like the reason most people need to know whether you are a man or a woman is to know how to treat you..which biases to employ. The people that have seen me have felt me with their hearts - and used the eyes that aren’t on their face. I think from those eyes, perhaps everything looks gray, because you can always feel the tension between multiple perspectives of the same truth.
age means nothing, warriors push against soil, and grow..all life long..