A Cornered Gurl

To the tune of “My Favorite Things”

Provide me with the words and I’ll arrange them.

Shake your head for yes.

Monoku

In the midst of muddy skies, tormented souls appear in freedom, slight objectives becoming pathways for the weary onlooker, grasses greener…

how do you keep going through uncertainty?

Sapphic stanzas

When everything and nothing feels small

The question shapes the answer, horny voids shutter

When we teach compassion, there is no need to identify “evil”

#BlackLivesMatter

now she dance along the song he used to hum  the song of when he burned her love for someone else now she sings along the song he used to…