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Calling Out The Queen: I Await Your Awakening.

I tell you now: gone are the days when you live for acceptance from some woman who calls herself a Queen, as she cuts others down and locks herself up in a tower... You are as much of a Queen as any other. Own your birthright, so this world can too. Only then will this earth have a chance at ...

poetry

Let Us Dance, Naked. {poetry}

Let the mad onlookers point and stare, for they wish they were us, encumbered and enlightened, by this strange yet glorious existence, of human, spirit soul-speaking, ultimate.

you & me

Thank You For Not Calling.

Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.

wellness

My Body Is Awesome, And So Is Yours.

Politicians and the like will try to legislate and regulate your body. They will debate your reproductive rights and create laws to govern your uterus and your ovaries. Last year alone, politicians tried to regulate women's bodies 468 times. Do you want to know how many times they tried to ...

world

What’s All This Fuss About White Privilege?

There are a lot of things I don't have to worry about, simply because of the color of my skin. This is my unearned and ever present white privilege.

you & me

Dining With Shame.

I just want to consume something in equal measure to the pain and sadness that consumes me daily.

art

The Beauty Of The Darkness Of Light.

My lamplight may dim from time to time, yet is never out, and you must be wondering by now what the actual point of this article is. I must admit, I truly have no idea, seriously, but you are still reading, and my duty as a writer is to come up with something intelligent-sounding. So this is ...

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I Am Speaking For Myself.

What I once thought to be true, I may learn to be distorted. The clarity I seek will need to make sense to my own soul, my own earthly existence. Though I may listen to different teachings, I will not be bound by any one belief. I will take what I need.

poetry

The Girl She Was. {poetry}

But her mystery lay stored and obscured beneath To get to it She had to dive deep And she did She did it without breathing for a while. Below the surface of those pools, treading heavy truths, even heavier fears She found no mask or thin disguise worth keeping after all these years She ...

world

Waking Up To Consciousness.

I am mesmerized by the sun, the way she dances and dapples, illuminating leaves with paprika and turmeric. The veil is with me always, where I am able to move my hand, lucid and glass-like, lifting silken skirts of varied states of existence.

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