my heart bleeds
i have learned
to heal
– to harden it with
clay and mud
because people
have fed from
my blood


wars and conflict
restlessness and protests
opposites and dualities
dancing into eachother
across the linear
divorced during schooling years
look beyond the binaries
and embrace
the seas of complexities
dancing into each other
each and every

i have 10 000 names
i can be so many things
not necessarily all at once
i can appear to be one way
and be another
i am shrouded in mystery
covered in delicious transparency
that may seem contradictory
i am here and yet i am veiled
i have loved and yet i hate
i am you in whom have bloomed