to look at me is to look at a two-way mirror from the closed side see only your face looking slightly wrong but still yours while I stand on the other side frantically trying to maintain the illusion   love yourself and you will love…

The extremes of who, what I am DNA, culturally, nature/nurture all fun to puzzle piece together What my forebearers did, what was done to them, is historically recorded, reported, unresolved My detective skills sharpened with time, experience, dumb luck can be broken down precisely: Having…

A sparkly grey sweater is who I am most, Comfortable in the skin I call my own, Minimalistic colours and smart shades, With a shine that I carry around with me. Someone who builds a fort with her books, And sits inside her pen scratching…

There lit a scarecrow on the roof where underneath I lived my youth what did I know of naked truth is it my inner child inside I’m fighting?   Now, I’m not comfy in my skin nor even like the state I’m in just wondering…