It's fading, but it snags.

Offering my heart without handing over my spine.

Erotica was one of my first forms of rebellion. As a young girl, something sacred was taken from me. I have learned to rewrite that story through desire. These words, these whispers, these moans-on-paper are more than sensual play; they are reclamation.

To stand in erotic expression now, as the woman I’ve become, is to choose myself fully. It is healing. It is defiance. It is freedom.

Moonlit Desires is my offering to the shadows: a space where pleasure and power entwine, where what was once stolen becomes mine again, entirely.

Healing religious trauma through self-discovery.

The poetry of menstruation.

The shadows we inherit.

A poem of self-discovery

A journal entry of healing and self-discovery.

The shadows hiding behind the anger are never rage… They are always fear.

For every mixed-race person who felt like they had to choose.

Never again

Submerging myself

In the oceans

You create