I Am Not Human

I am not human. I may look like it on the surface sometimes, but my face changes in certain light and I look different from every angle.   Don’t be fooled by my shape: we are not the same underneath our skin. In the depths of my flesh, I am something wild and ancient, something … More I Am Not Human

For Those in Cages

I feel like a violator, an impostor here with my pale skin and privilege resting on stolen land. Adobe houses speckle the ground, as novelties for comfort and class. Red for the blood they cost to build, and orange for the dust of ancestor’s passions. Yellow for the sun, respect and reverence we can never … More For Those in Cages