I wrote this poem in November of 2023.
today I feel the presence of my ancestors more than ever
they praise me for breaking through the bullshit
that society tried to sell about what it means
to be a woman and mother-
they love me despite my many sins and that mistakes I’ve made
they scold me when I call myself a monster or an atrocity
they encourage me to continue on my path
they tell me to trust my intuition more
and to take more risks with my art and in my life
it’s a disservice to myself to doubt my creativity
this only hinders me from fully expressing myself
and keeps me from being authentic and honest
when I share mine and their stories
Life on the BPD 
I like how tuned in you are to your ancestors and how they help you see things clearly and offer unconditional love, a precious gift for sure and as far as being a risk taker with your art, I’m new here, but you have my respect. Inspiring.
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