She stood, exalted above her surroundings, intimidating yet hallowed. Beautiful in her sleep, it was almost impossible to believe that she was the chasm to hell. Oh how easy it is to forget, that when there is grace, there is wrath.
Its a short read, so I’ve read this compilation what feels like a billion times. After a while it did not sound any different from the other times I read it, but it started to feel different. The poems started to fit comfortably in my life and I was able to really be open up about it without feeling shame, and thats when I knew, I was healing again. It was time to move on.
How does this compare to how you would like to be seen?
Very few people actually see the real me and for the most part, I’m okay with that. But I know some people have a twisted idea of the type of person I am which can be frustrating at times because I know I’m not like that. It comes down to not stressing out about how people see you. As long as you know who you are then that’s all that matters. With that being said, it would be awesome for people one day to see me as a strong and motivated woman that makes things happen for herself.
What are some “taboos” you face in the art community?
Especially with the territory of spoken word: only speaking the truth everyone is comfortable hearing, which is quite suffocating to be honest. Some of my work will never be shared because it need not be understood or liked.
Do you ever come into abrupt consciousness because of the mundane? You are walking. Walking. Legs moving automatically. Feel the weight of your thighs and the flexibility in your hips. Moving forward. A pace. How can we remember to fidget and blink and lick our lips, but somehow it is so easy to forget how to […]