I write for no one but myself. Writing is a form of accessing the hidden, and keeping things hidden. In a society, especially as a woman of colour, nothing is truly mine. But my written words, hidden from view, are mine. The words I write privately are shielded from obligation, judgment, expectation. There is something thrilling, delicious, satiating, precious that I can create something that is only for me; that I know something that is unknown, and that something does not need to be explained, justified, earned, shared, evaluated, or accounted for. In this way, writing is subversive and dangerous; writing is hearing the Shadows, writing is accessing the Unseen.
Why I Write
Why I Write
Why I Write
I write for no one but myself. Writing is a form of accessing the hidden, and keeping things hidden. In a society, especially as a woman of colour, nothing is truly mine. But my written words, hidden from view, are mine. The words I write privately are shielded from obligation, judgment, expectation. There is something thrilling, delicious, satiating, precious that I can create something that is only for me; that I know something that is unknown, and that something does not need to be explained, justified, earned, shared, evaluated, or accounted for. In this way, writing is subversive and dangerous; writing is hearing the Shadows, writing is accessing the Unseen.