Kaye M. is the pseudonym for a twenty-something Muslim magical girl, college student, feminist and diversity advocate. I believe in words, humanity and truth.
Bite my heart down to its very core.
There is not much left there. At least, it feels that way right now. Pulpy mess, a few withered, drying seeds that may have flourished into branches of elegant, eloquent sentences and full-bodied works of art.
take the raw, ridged rock between your two hands. weigh it on your outstretched fingers (not against the polished gem, not against the well-faceted diamond or the ruby embraced by artisan-crafted gold filigree).
we’re not refined enough.
that is what you would have us believe.
cut the wrong way, flawed at the core, hold us to the surface and there’s nothing there but artfully presented glass, cheap theatrics…