whit

When I was in seventh grade a classmate was killed in a drive by.

Broke my girlfriend a part! She literally had a breakdown. Made sense.

Sadly, I was so focused on the fact that they ( media, teachers, adults ) were more concerned the other gang missed his brother … ( like fuck you adults for losing #focus 🧘🏻‍♀️)

See, tell me we didn’t grow up in a #boots on #ground #war #zone & this bitch will provide some #truth

#USA #lived #loved #history #herstory

On being human …

volcanos 🌋 always fascinated me

#Vesuvius

He didn’t touch me like a man who wanted fire. He touched me like someone who knew it was always burning.

I felt #tectonic a slippage plates grinding under skin, pressure pretending to be patience, #years of quiet labeled normal until he #stood too close and the #ground remembered.

He made me feel like warnings everyone ignored— small tremors brushed off as nerves, #gas leaks called #imagination my body swelling with things I was told not to name.

I tried to be civilized. I tried to be asleep.

But he looked at me like history does right before it cracks, and suddenly I wasn’t a woman— I was a city built too near the truth.

He didn’t cause the eruption. That’s the lie people tell.

He was just the heat that reminded me I was magma, not marble.

When I broke, it wasn’t loud at first. It was breath leaving rooms, air turning lethal, desire so hot it erased the future.

I didn’t explode for him. I erupted through him.

And when the ash settled, I wasn’t ruined— I was preserved.

A #warning A #relic A #lesson written in stone:

Some women aren’t meant to be contained.

They are meant to be respected before they remember they are volcanoes.

#🌋🔥