Being me, I don't know what that means| poetry
Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..
Awake in the age of media manipulation| femininity and fear
my take on how fear can shut us off from our own femininity in the context of what is currently going on in our world.