‘Shame is a powerful whip when you hate your reflection. When hierarchies of value depend on your shade. My sister’s skin is blotched with fire from agents removing her darkness As if she could scrub away melanin from her shell and be seen. We have spent too long shackled by chains of gold Choking down the anger of volcanoes, The thunder of the lowly. I hear your cries old ones, I hear how much you yearn.’ #Death is my lover 🗓️ 29th of September 📍 @electrowerkz ⚡ Happy hour 7pm-8pm ⚡ Show 8pm-10pm ⚡ Private readings 10pm-midnight