...Sometimes I write poems...

I am the descendant of women who were forcibly fed the poison of respectability...

Bodies malnourished by toxic morsels...

Venomously indoctrinated by expectations of who and how they should be...

My blood flows with remembrance of divine [femme]ininity...intuitive knowing and flowing...

Creating endlessly...

When I speak, hear clearly the voices of all who live within me...

The poison didn't kill them, it's now my venom to use accordingly...

Bitch don't play with me...

These tongues I speak resonate on all frequencies...