no justice no peace

how can i cry
about anything

when black men are being
m u r d e r e d
by police

black men
are being murdered
by police

black men are being
murdered by
police

black bodies. are lying. on. the streets.

murder
is
not
safety

fuck The Police

— thinking about philando // i am alive and white

witnessing artistry

we are artists
and this is art in the making
for beauty exudes from my people
through cracked smiles, soft eyes
and laughter song
like home

words roll off their vibrant skin
like watermelon in July
soothing and exciting
and preposterously
wonderously
beautiful

artistry

watching dew bounce off kale during harvest on a summer morn
knowing that someone unknown will later hold the same leaves
and in a bowl, a pot, a pan, turn them into art
and we are connected
so intimately
inextricably
desperately
connected

life is beauty
and pain
but isn’t the pain in life also beauty?
doesn’t pain exemplify
magnify
the beauty that exists in life?

artistry
beauty
everything and nothing all at once
but love exudes from my people like home
and I am but an artist striving to create art

K