2/22 a prayer for home

Manifesting a new ”Broadway”,

for the people by the people

A type of magick making we know is still running through our veins

Where the Artists come unapologetic bearing tattooed skin and gold chains. Sacred circles gathered by fire

Beaming with dat new light

Storytellers, healers, and warriors

Band together for the collective fight

it’s the modern day creative hub.

Filled with love.

Where the gardens are abundant

because the soil is rich.

Money don’t make us,

Because WE got


And our palms-they always itch.

Where we wont need masks

or need to code switch

Where everybody eats

Because we own the lease

And we keep on feeding each other