31 Days of Liminality

I jumped, praying that the ground would rise beneath me, or at least that mmt winds would erupt. Either way, I did not fall.

31 Days of Liminality

In making my peace with present-day matters of race, gender, and power in America; in finding a way through my disappointment, frustration, and fear, I had to embrace that as a woman of African descent in modern American,  my life has very little value.