even when he ugly, he beautiful. . .

my brother be beautiful.even when dat nigga uglyi see him,all the pieces,even the ones he try to hide from mei see himhe be beautiful i wonderdo he see what i see?do he seehe beautiful? he be lookingat his reflection to show him something to lovehe be lookingat his reflection to show him something he lovehe […]

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to archive…

i can’t tell you how. . . .how. . . .i don’t even know, but archiving, to me, is the final frontier. it’s what gives me hope. it’s also what we hold closest to us, as blacks. i’ve seen it in my family, my friends family, my colleagues families, it’s literally the only thing we […]

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you supernatural bih…

woke up niggas supposed to be today, make up for tuesday and get us back right for next week my nerves got me tuesday. and i feel like i can’t fit my shoes. shoes that i’ve worn my whole life have seemed to have become tight i must be gettin bigger toes crowed, bunions bustin, […]

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an utterance

i often times struggle with my vulnerability becoming a spectacle. in this way of thinking, to be seen, is to be dehumanized by the self. to present one’s vulnerabilities, is to either consider oneself a sacrificial lamb, or not give fucks of what a person may think of them. to present one’s vulnerabilities, gain understanding […]

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dot.dot.didit.dot.dot.dash.

since i started making music my relationship with experience has changed. i am no musician, that would do a disservice to the form itself. the most authentic creative outlet. ain’t no hiding when it comes to music, it’s either you got it or you don’t. learning the process of making music has allowed me to […]

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