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About me

You speak of me in the third person, of “them” of “those” of “others”. I want to speak but I am unseen, unrecognisable in my otherness. An inside stranger with no voice for that which ought to be out there … Continue reading

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BLM

I don’t understand. I’ll be honest with you, I don’t understand. You see, I have never lived that experience and so I don’t understand. I think I want to understand. I say think because understanding would mean I would have … Continue reading

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