don't blink

freeways carved up los angeles for white suburbia.

the government killed, kills, is killing marginalized people for white cisheteronormative supremacy.

this is a lived reality in the architecture of the city that i was born and raised in.

i live in the bone marrow of a structure built up by centuries of murder and oppression.

what does forward look like? what does future mean? where does the fight lay?

today i am thinking about death and taking up space and the radical nature of my being alive in this world.

survival is a million things and today i was seven different people.