Because My Heart Walks Outside of My Body in a Dangerous World

Because I had to initiate myself as an artist through the blood, then and now.

Because I am a woman who bleeds.

Because I am a mother whose blood became life. Because my blood is their blood and their blood is mine.

Because my heart walks outside of my body in a dangerous world.

Because my blood cannot and will not be ignored. She sings, she screams, she demands a voice yet has no words.

Because transgression is my language and disruption is my purpose.

*Work in progress: something about the heart of a (birth) Mother vulnerable to the world. Clay and menstrual blood.

my heart

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