For the sake of art

(the below link allows you to listen to this story instead.)

https://soundcloud.com/mankichka-dance/grass?si=afa1b4375a4a4189977ebbfbc3b2953b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

So i love creating images for the sake of art. i hear people make money out of this (professional modeling) that i somehow haven’t nestled into as i would like. still, i strive to make this kind of art. the same should be possible for my poetry. i feel sometimes struck by inspiration then i make myself wait for the courage to put it out there. i wrote this 10 min ago and it is raw and i think quite well written.

it touches on topics of self depreciation, coping methods used by victims of abuse, difficulties they experience in relationships, how people tend to erect either monuments to oneself or/as walls around onself, and how everyone you meet, every single one of them is currently fighting a battle. pray enjoy, be amused.

An ode to the smallest bl*^t I ever smoked

Manka wearing Endelea top and skirt, accessories by SIDAI (bts shot by Danny)

grass (I, we , you)

I may or may not want to summon

the medicine, man

not for the rises, but the sediments

for the thoughts I distill

make concrete in this shair.

like…

like, what color is joy?

and

how much does self determination cost

in today’s cowries

and the testament I will to have

for my deliverance

and how sickly must we all become

before we recall

the indoctrination of imperfections

differentiate

all the ways we disregard our own reflections.

so, you have been seen, creature

rejoice, don’t waste the haste

bistro haraka recall

the indoctrination of imperfections

differentiate

what could you have that I am missing,

heathen, you have been seen

you ask and you ask and you ask

and you ask, prayer warrior

have you readied to receive?