it’s not about being right.
truly.
from my heart,
which is a fat heart ~ ~ ~ ~
~ it’s not about being right.
it’s about having a voice, a story ~
~ ~ ~ ~ a story shared in safe & appropriate spaces …
that is heard.
seen.
believed.
~ witnessing each other is medicine for the womxn i am close with-
it’s an embodied ritual ~ ~ ~ ~ an act of dispelling & reclaiming.
((& sometimes … plain surviving.))
{ { may we retire the shaming that comes thru harmful words. } }
{ { may we retire harmful manipulations of each other’s emotions & our own. } }
{ { may we retire harmful action & harmful inaction. } }
{ { may we retire telling each other who we are. } }
~ ~ ~ ~ mirror mirror on the wall ~ ~ ~ ~
guess what?!! ... ily, bitch!! ...
đ§đđđđđ§đ§đđđđđ§đ§đđđđđ§
… FLOHIO on repeat for me.
i cannot find the lyrics as published online, but the part i am reciting like a mantra … at least the way i’m hearing it is: “You said you’d be my good potion, baby, I’M MY MEDICINE!!” ... who??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
… and how about the femme elder’s voice @ the end of this SZA song?
~ everything ~
# happy valentines’ day #
i am grateful 2 have my life back.
i am also grateful for the space that is art eternal-
today, art is a space-place where i can complete my sentences.
.. give thanks ..
AI gifts are from Or Nah, Xmas 2022 |
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