how did i begin it -

my brother, Taz, taught me about language before i knew what it meant to be a poet. i wrote essays on successful black folk. i wrote short stories about the neighborhood i grew up in. i was in love with Hughes but found rhythm with Outkast. every inspiration i had came from an energy he instilled in me.

that was over twenty years ago. now, i write myself into a crack in the wall. i write myself into the clouds. i write myself in and out of darkness, then back again. i write of single parenthood. i write of lovers, imagined and real. i write as nonbinary femme, and i write to get away from what people think it means to be a woman. i write as her, him, and them. i write my blackness cause that shit is always tight.

read, listen, and come fly with me.