The Duality of Beauty.

Beauty exists amongst the shadows, in places where darkness thrives and hiding the sun becomes a norm. Beauty exist behind streams of tears, when emotion becomes physical on melanated cheeks and drowned pores. Beauty exists in seasons of loneliness, in moments where our beating heart is the only sound echoed in our ears. Beauty exists…

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Music | Spoken Word

She remembered the tubes.Each pierced into her skin, never had she seen such beautiful masterpieces. She visualized violins. She thought of how her neck would arch to fit into the bow of the violin, as if she and the violin could become one. And her heart beat so perfectly in rhythm you would think it’s…

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Grandma’s Hands.

Just as trees and flowers grow  on soft supple earth, grandma’s womb birthed entire generations.  A lineage that stretches across her spine, to engraved itself at the bottom of her feet.  Like vines, the veins on  her hands told a story, and with them,  she created history. Yet she still lives.  She lives in the…

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Drip.

Just like stained doves fluttering in hay fields, I spotted you between clouds and knew even beautiful things  could be misplaced.  So I climbed the single tree in the vast hay field, only to find an abandoned birds nest with it’s eggs shattered. Twigs intertwined  between empty shells that birthed life— or maybe the shells…

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Altar.

Take me to the altar open like a casket  vulnerable for everyone to see. Take me to the altar refine me with your grace fill every inch of me. Take me to the altar where lives are resurrected  and changed completely. Take me to the altar to bask in your presence— and grow like an…

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Awakened.

Eyes closed tight, hoping to stay unconscious throughout the night but you awaken me. Too many visions of you, my palms pressed against your jaw, only to get a perfect view– one without any flaws. I loved you so much I flew into your arms in awe at every part of you. It was your…

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Lines.

If love was like crisp autumn mornings, would you still open a window to let the sun in? Despite the frost, I open up like a new journal to be tampered with until it becomes something familiar. Until the feeling of paper  on rough finger tips become  a need–an expectation  to be used purposefully. Unleash your secrets…

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Enough.

If I could see me as you see me, then doubt would  become a myth. Your love is undying altering, refining  yet I try to replace it with the world. Believing I can fill  my own spirit, but  forgetting that it’s you who provides. I have enough, because of you. I have enough, in you.…

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Care-takers.

White turtle doves across electric wires underneath the earth cracks and conspires to make sense of how stainless creatures  can roam unaffected  whilst the world  burns and forests are neglected, when will we think  of creatures other  that ourselves? when did we become  less than earth’s caretakers? I pray for those that lack empathy. I…

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