Identity|the stories that tell us who we are

I promised that we'd give you something to think about...


Here's a picture from Yhinan.  A reflection on her identity.

Drink this in.  Let it simmer.  Let it marinate.  It's some powerful stuff.  

 And here is a poem from Maxx Hillery.  A reflection on his identity.

I am guitar strings plucked sensitively between calloused fingers,
I am audio waves crashing into expecting eardrums,
I am the disheveled, worn down doorway into a hardcore concert.
I am snowboards flying down mountain trails and I am hot cocoa with whipped cream at home.
I am swing set pirate ships traversing the seven seas and I am pushing the swings and pulling the strings behind motivation and perseverance, or at least until mom calls me back inside.
I am the quiet cabin by the lake during the day time, and i am the boy listening to loud voices from his bed at night.
I am fireflies chased down by the moonlight and I am fireworks shot into the sky after sunset. I am the sharp pen upon the page and I am the long sought after words written down without hesitation. I am everything I want to be to be where I am and I am everything I need to be to find my way to where I'm going.
I am writing, I am music.
Shazam.

that's that piece y'all.

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