Salty Purple Thread

I spat the salt, bringing out the clot in my heart. With naked eyes i saw my discriminatory forming into words You held my hand as i encircle my spits Letting me see, absorb, processing myself I turned and reverse the circle, bringing you in my hands You led me to my spat As I step, walk over it, the words are erased No salty words are ever seen again just traces of the old salt as a momento of my acceptance and tolerance Together, we washed our feet in clear, clean water

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Artist Statement

Spat, bringing out clot in my heart.
Discriminatory forming into words
Encircle spits
Absorb, process
I turned, reverse the circle,
Step, words are erased
No salty words are seen again
just traces of old salt as momento
-acceptance and tolerance
Together, we washed our feet in clear, clean water

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