Poets

I love Sarah Kay's work.



And this, this is excellent.

And me? I am learning who I want to sound like when I grow up. I am aware that when I am done with this season, I will be someone else. I look forward to that. I feel like I should unpack that more, explain that more, provide a little more detail...but I don't really have any. At least, not today.

And if you have the fortitude to listen to a poem about surviving rape, this is as excellent as art made from pain ever gets: