As Melanated artists, messengers, and medicine kin, we can often find ourselves in spaces where we are the only bodies who look like us.

Where the voices being spoken not only don’t reflect us…

They often DISMISS us.

And then we wonder why we haven’t said what needs to be said.

And why we are still living into anything less than the totality of the nectar and Wilds dripping between our thighs.

So, I made you something.

For a time such as this.

You can watch it here {or below}.

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As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N

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P.S.:

I’m on the TikToks!

And I posted a few videos this week.

Head over and watch the latest here.