2020-2021 with hurt, we grow

a story of crime and brown girl delusion

the highest of the divine has given me clarity

eating clementines and tangerines and mandarins

I have a tendency to convince myself I can write once in a while. This is it's manifestation in reality, somewhat like watered down poetry.

Poetry written after my surgery.

days and days

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

stealthy confessions on death.