a

day late:


my mama taught me how to beat the flow.
yet, while i was young i hated her systematic methods of beating the system
they came in form of papered weapons, truthful lying, and getting away with anything
i wanted to be part of that system because the system was something i could not be apart from.
my mama made me belong

little did i know
she taught me how to resist
in ways that
organizing
protesting
activism
can never do.

she stitches the hems of my existence...