
It’s ownership.
For those of us that never knew we could own something.
When finding ways out of our boxes is scary
but it is a dread to stay in them
you realize in that moment,
if fear will always be present I’d rather run towards the sun
than stay..
When all you see is grey..
and color defines everything.
When everything is your race.
Gentrification equals color by space.
I leave my canvases blank for fear of making mistakes
But too much of my, life I’ve let missteps take
So I'm living out loud.. as loud as I can
And I’m understanding home is wherever I am and
Whoever I choose to be
I be looking so much for the standard
I be overlooking me
When I’m a skyscraper on top of a mountain
I’m a cherubim with living on my bucket list
I am a warm cup of red on blue days
soul food.
For those who
Need a net under the tightrope of their transitions
Call me.
I’ll listen.
For those of us that never knew we could own something..
Canvases are for coloring.
They are for taking up space and being seen and heard..
and loved.
We are love.
Ase'



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