For my people shamed for their languages-shut-up, beat-up, tongues cut-up by hands that grope our bodies-lust after our daughters-throw kisses and spit at us-For my people, raped, discarded...
What keeps me up at night....
My parents wanted me to.. "Expectations" poem ready by Chuck Joy.
I was raised to believe in the power of kindness.
Most days I feel happy, extremely grateful, appreciative of ...so much! Some days I feel anxious, hard on myself...most days, though, I feel good.
I never expected to be working for a public radio (classics station) and LOVING IT!
When I step outside my door I'm very aware of my surroundings in this stressful time.