Tag: life

xenophobia.

   I left Tanzania when I was 6 years old And since then, every country I’ve lived in. I have been a foreigner. I guess that means I’ve been a foreigner for as long as I can remember. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it doesn’t make me anything, and to

joy.

   The different forms of joy: Making something you’re proud of  Giggling  Laughing till you snort Forgiving someone completely  Letting in love  Realizing you’re better today than you were yesterday  Understanding … Something you didn’t think you could understand  When your love makes someone glow  Accepting the things beyond your

undone.

   You feel choked  You feel like your heart cannot fathom the thought of One More  Beat You feel your whole world spinning  Constellations falling out of the skies  Waters rising from their oceans, trees collapsing starved with famished roots  Chaos  Chaos  Disaster  You feel like there are a million

monsters.

   Monsters are people Who are loved by someone  that they don’t love back Yet hoard their affection  Dry them out of hope and trust  Then let them go Monsters are people  Who are loved by someone  They don’t love back  But are scared of being alone  So they hurt

prisonbreak.

   I don’t mean to overwhelm you With all my I love you’s  It’s just  I guess  My body was holding all of them in  for so long. They were pilling up in my throat cramped and breathless  And when the first one escaped… well, it turned into a prison

find.

     In the array of people that flow in and out of your life,  Find and nurture the love that fills you, holds you and elevates you without making you forget who you are. Find a love that feeds, not devours. The difference could be deadly.

lonliness.

   There is a sort of freedom , a joyous childlike unbounded sense of life that comes from letting go of everything you thought you needed.  Being alone. Unsurrounded by props and spirits of people you thought you knew.  Just you. And your terrifying fears that no longer seem so

heart.

   My heart …it is strange There are times it is completely still  Silent and disinterested It almost feels untouchable as if it is not even a part of me  And then. Without warning. It opens, and overflows With all the things I was so certain I didn’t feel  And

ghosts. 

   There are many ghosts of people walking among us  Hollow Weightless and empty Too weak to strive for life … And too far gone to realize that the amount of things they can buy, doesn’t mean they are alive 

wanderer. part 1.

Part 1 of the photoshoot I did with the talented Elizabeth Emmanuel. I have never felt so free and comfortable with my body. Self acceptance is truly a spiritual experience. “Since childhood, we are told to hide, to keep our heads down and to act like part of the crowd.

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