Water Your Garden, and Return To Me

I do love you, but you’re ugly when you open your mouth; vitriol has murdered your roses.

Zombie: The Cranberries

Life Goals

See those unseen. Touch those unloved. Hear those who struggle quietly. Speak for those who don’t have a voice. March for those who are weak. March against hate. Speak against bigotry. Hear the cries of suffrage. Touch those who don’t understand. See the world change.    

War Machine: Fightstar

Are you a war machine? “Some of us will die alone. Some of us will never reach the end of the road. It isn’t enough. Some of us will never know the meaning of trust. Some of us will feed off all the people who give. It’s never enough. Are we a race of animals

For the greater good

  hide your god hide your sex hide your red heart and hide your unholy race shut your mouth or eat the shit sit on your righteous hands or be killed conform to hate or be named a fucking terrorist      

(Gay) Pride vs (Biblical) Pride: an essay

  Today (Friday, July 22, 2016) the 2nd annual Mansfield Gay Pride festival/parade commences at South Park, Mansfield, Ohio, and it will continue through tomorrow (Saturday, July 23, 2016). This past May, my brilliant, golden-hearted cousin, an Ohio resident and Pride volunteer asked me to compose an essay for this year’s Pride, stating he would like to

Life is not a movie

Sometimes the sky is not blue, but white, a backlit theater screen in waiting, bright– or so I can pretend; actor, writer, director of scenes, the production is my own–I am all, no in between. But, sometimes the sky is not white, but red, a reflection of bombings, of children dead– and I cannot pretend

About Me: life as a person full to the brim with people who argue simply because they’re in love with the sound of their own voice

You guys, I’m full of word vomit. Not my own, but that of others who think it necessary to spew every hateful, ignorant, spiteful idea into my eyes and ears for the sake of argument. Word vomit. Inside of me. Acidic thoughts being absorbed into my guts–makes me ill. Some say, “Kindra, don’t participate in

The Right To Live

You have the right to hate me, but I have the right to shelter to food, and clean water. I have the right to walk to school, or church, or the market– the right to be godless, to be gay, to wear what I want. You have the right to hate me, but I have

Smile On Your Brother (And Your Sister)

Choose Love