I guess the first thing I should say is that I’m sorry. I don’t know when or why it first happened, but I know along the way I left you with the responsibility of picking up and dealing with the recklessness I choose to disengage with long after I realized that to this world you would always be nothing more. Simply nothing more, and I would always only remain incapable of protecting you from the violence that comes with that marker. And so I quietly disappeared to the corners of my mind hoping that there she would save me, so I built here an armor and left you alone to fend for yourself.
ARTIST, DESIGNER, DOULA, COMMUNITY SERVANT