When your creativity is reserved for one person only. Like it was, originally.

I’m not curious about you. That’s why I’ve never asked you a question? LOL I have the answer.

Pretty accurate?

I don’t what kind of ethics the calculated spreading of HIV contains? But, we have a different definition of ethics. And emotional wellness. And I have zero questions. Not one. It’s all pretty clear. 🙄🙄

I’m gonna miss my babies. So much. That’s the most difficult part of school, besides compulsory standardized testing.

Leaving. 😞

It was a super emotional afternoon. We just went to the park. Played. Cried. Ate “nasty ass pizza”. And hugged a lot. They have it really rough because they are already refugees in America. They have a summer program to keep them stabilized and learning. So the transition is not that tough. BPS does an excellent job keeping kids stable. I really appreciate Boston’s focus on education and all the school system has done to support a diverse body of students. Including undocumented ones.


Next, how to recover from horrid depression? And the abuse of strangers, your poetry family, the culture you love, and men you gave your all to.

I don’t know if it’s possible. But I’m gonna work on it. In sunshine. Bright ass sunshine — on the beach.

No work. Few words. No “art”.

Just healing hugs. Good food. Love. And sun.

💙💙💙💙+❤️❤️❤️❤️=’s 💜💜💜💜

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