In the middle of the night, i make collages. They encircle every thought that I have about you. Takes them and morphs them into dreams and ideas for a future reality.
Collecting social norms and disposing them in obscene gestures. It is just knitting, but the embroidery is swear words. It is just sewing, but the stitches are my silence. Yes, the silence that once kept that garment of inequality together is now what is creating my costume for activism. Standing up, clothed in recognition of the experiences that strengthen my claims for freedom.
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