I don’t know what to say
to you, my unscripted sister.
There are no guidelines in uncharted territory,
no instruction manuals.
Just the rules of good sense
and to follow your heart, your gut,
and that which makes you laugh.
My tears are almost always for the past
unless they are tears of admiration
for art, for community, and all of divinity.
Paint your murals
They are no more or less true
than human memory.
Who wrote down this history
of battles and dividing lines?
They are not my stories.
You are the song of my heart.