"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell but it doesn't matter. nobody knows anything and i sure as hell don't.

These poems are for the brave beautiful women of my generation, that are thriving to hold on to their character admits the degrading of their worth in today's society.