Newness
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Breathe
Of
Fresh
Newness
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May the 4th be with you
Do you confess to grow
Or stay silent and still
Do you push
Do you pull
Or wade and tread
Do you want to to feel good in freedom
Or immobile behind a vacant smile
Make the choice
In the end it will always be better
Better isn’t always what you want
But it’s what you’ll get
Accept.
Love. Accept. Repeat.
“Souls are funny things. They stay constant even when the outside changes, or when the heart makes mistakes. Souls don’t really care about good or bad, right or wrong — they’re just true.”
— Miranda July
Not a single ounce of my self worth depends on your acceptance
Quincy Jones
Do you feel me?
Do you see me?
I know you see me
But can you feel me?
What do you see?
What do you feel?
Does it match what I see?
What I feel?
Can you see what I feel?
Do I exude?
Do I absorb?
Do I reflect?
what if ..
Can you feel me?
Brown, A’rikka Dion
Sometimes I stare into the mirror trying to see if I can see my soul . Sometime I see something scary. Sometimes I see me . Sometimes I just notice my eyes, and the shadows of the eyelashes.i notice my nose and all the pores that are open and the ones that are clogged. I notice a lot about me , but I don’t always see me. Sometimes I don’t trust mirrors.sometimes I think they’re lying to me. Sometimes I want them to tell me the truth. I want them to show me me. But it’s hard to see what I see and accept what I see. Because what am I really looking at? I was looking for me but did I see me ? Or did I see my eyes. Or did I see my soul? What am I ? Who am ? What do I see? What does everyone else see?
“Modern Degenerate”
A Collaboration with Cass Meehan & Rose Slavin
Black
Native
Queer
Woman
Non-binary
Artist
Activist
Humans
Breathing
Living
Humans
Who’s voices will never be silenced
Who’s art will not be controlled
Who’s feelings will never be censored
Who’s creativity will roam and explore
Live and breathe
On its own
In this world
The modern degenerate
The outcast
The dream
✌🏾🖤
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