If you touch my hair, The skinny lady sang about it And I say:   I hope my dandruff falls...

Artist’s Statement: This piece was created in an attempt to articulate the distance created between myself and the self I present...

This world would chew me up and spit me out if I let it It would quiet me, destroy me...

This essay is inspired by what I thought would be a late-night tweet, which I am particularly fond of, but...