designer and friend



Milk and Honey

i do not want to have you
to fill the empty parts of me
i want to be full on my own
i want to be so complete
i could light a whole city
and then
i want to have you
cause the two of us comined
could set it on fire

you cannot leave
and have me too
i cannot exist in
two places at once

– when you ask if we can still be friends

the next time he
points out the
hair on your legs is
growing back remind
that boy your body
is not his home
he is a guest
warn him to
never outstep
his welcome again

you tell me
i am not like most girls
and learn to kiss me with your eyes closed
something about the phrase—something about
how i have to be unlike the women
i call sisters in order to be wanted
makes me want to spit your tongue out
like i am supposed to be proud you picked me
as if i should be relieved you think
i am better than them

our backs
tell stories
no books have
the spine to carry

– women of color

your body
is a museum
of natural disasters
can you grasp how
stunning that is

the world
gives you
so much pain
and here you are
making gold out of it

– there is nothing purer than that

your art
is not about how many people
like your work
your art
is about
if your heart likes you work
if your soul likes you work
it's about how honest
you are withyourself
and you
must never
trade honesty
for relatability

– to all you young poets