If We Were Made In

It's Just That Little Box In The Middle Of Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Most Of The Time I Go I Don't Even Leave That Apartment. I Have Just Enough: A Little Bed, A Little Kitchen With Two Pots. I Make Some Tea And I Look Out The Window Or Just Lay Down.

The Wise Healer Endures The Pain. Cry. Tears Bring Joy.

If You Make A Decision, A Pact With Someone, Your Friend, You Should Say, 'i'm Gonna Do This,' And You Should Stick To It.

I Live In A Queendom, Ruled By A Womb-iverse.

I Was The Bohemian In My Family, The "this Is My Favorite Shoe And I Don't Care If It Has Tape Around It" Kind Of Person. The Tape Could Become A Fashion Statement. Or A Political Statement.