Feed it Grace
The phoenix may rise from the ash
But your ascension doesn’t
always have to burn
Come h*ll or high water you’ve overcome
But expansion is from stretching
not straining
Feed it grace
as you journey
We’re making stardust
Not scar tissue
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all