Reconstructing Systems, Not Humans
I’m buying a 4 dollar coffee in the hotel lobby of the Hyatt fucking Regency Using money provided by the organization sponsoring this whole excursion, Carrying no cash, Attending a conference on working with youth experiencing homelessness. I only exist in this opportunity because once, I slept on the streets. Once, I knew the uncertainty… Continue reading Houston Hyatt
He knows why the caged bird beats its wing He knows that love is a quest Searching for contentment freedom guarded secrets of beauty Beauty does not save the bird No dignity in cages Yearning for the cloud’s great secrets Cuts and stings and songs for freedom He offers honey and salt Though… Continue reading honey, salt, and sympathy
Someone told me recently that I am really mean to myself. It might have even been me. I read a Khalil Gibran quote yesterday, he said, “God told me to love my enemy, and I obeyed and loved myself.” loving myself. I still don't understand what that means. I made it to 31 years of… Continue reading some thoughts on loving oneself, or, how i got drunk on a thursday night in october
I often find myself giving poetic reasons for why I stopped writing, My favorite is that putting ink to the page feels so much more permanent than the thoughts that fuel the urge. And there exists truth in that statement though it feels more and more hollow every time the words fall from my lips.… Continue reading Poetry
I feel like now is the time when there should be crazy free expression. And I wonder if people struggle with free expression because they struggle with telling themselves the truth, much less putting their idea of truth out there in a way that makes a thought tangible. Imagine! A thought, a tiny firing of… Continue reading Hmmm
Rhie Azzam Morris 