The Roots

I am the life after death; the craft of my ancestry; the blood and sweat of mothers’ wombs. I am the breath of liberty of the women of my tree, caged in the robes of unexpressed freedom. I am the hope for the better life that they never had. I am the sacrifices of their …

On Identity

One more time I find myself lost. Mmm, what a good place to be.  A blank sheet of paper untouched by the wandered thoughts. Who am I? The search has been exhausting, but I hope I'll never find out.  The ones with the firm identity give me the most suspicion. People love to narrow you …