how pleased you are with the world when you and the sun are in communication.
lying underneath the curliness of this tall, tall tree, i see each branch erect in joy every moment the sun attends to their hard brown.
i keep resisting the truth that i am unseen as though my resistance will visibilize the whole of me.
my voice always soft and gentle even when heard through a crowd. my body always small and weak even when i stand strong. my personhood always objectified even when i claim subject with each breath.
i cannot control how i am seen or unseen.
but i will always speak my voice, live powerfully and be.
one cannot crave love, one craves validation.
love only resides in freedom- complete, unconditional and holy.
for what is “state” but imprisonment to norms alien, enslavement to the masters of our blood’s profit.
look at ways to grow life around you.
she is orchestrating the sounds i’m hearing. opening, cracking, breaking, tea ready. she rocks soft and steady. gently, knowingly she molds and cultivates what will soon be ours.