The Feels


Oh sweet Everything

I feel wonky and weird Like all of my happiness could just disappear from some lameness from strangers I can't hide from the world

So I sing it Badu style as an analog girl.

Doing my best is all I can do I know I've had worst days I'll just see this one through Don't even have drama See there's nothing to blame I'm just feeling my feelings I've forgotten my name

A Conversation with Purkey's Quote

"You've gotta dance like nobody's watching..."

Who, me?

“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.”

Oh, Purkey.

Easier said than done

I thought then,

But oh, I know now.

Did you mean

Dance like nobody's watching

alone in a room,

limbs swaying in slow synchronized ways,

rhythmically stepping

in tune with history and a smile on my face?


Dance like nobody's watching

even when everyone's watching?

And if they're even paying attention,

can you still dance

with magnetized hands, fingers electric,

pure joy streaming, crying laughing,

teaching the body

to get stuff out and make room for more?


Though you know, before any of that,

we must be awake to know the word


and the joy of it.

Some days we're still catching up

on sleep, our dreams, and a snack.

The meaning falls away

like some unreachable fiction

until one day,

like a true beginner

we finally just get up and