Don’t identify me as a product, an end result, immoveable, finite.
Don’t frame my role within my mother’s grandmother’s constraints.
Don’t assume my body defines my spirit.
Let me be many things and some things I don’t know yet.
Let me evolve like landscape, fierce, adapting
Let me be temporary, fluid, in the moment
Let me blend, blur, and melt boundaries
Let me pledge my allegiance to Nature, while celebrating the possibilities cultural refuse presents.
I am compost in the making, wild, gritty, growing, decaying.