Earth Day, April 22nd. Twenty-two. My birthday. The night I was born, in 1992, the Earth shook in reverence at my welcoming. The chosen daughter of Mother Goddess. I am her pulse. Her vessel. Her passion. Her heir. I carry her wild in my veins. Her creation in my womb. Her warmth in my hands. This day we share. I am Danielle, descendant of divinity. And today I celebrate Momma.
I woke up one Sunday morning, stopped believing in Jesus Stopped believing in churches, I stopped believing in Preachers I realized I was a teacher, not just one of the heathens I’m going to destroy the fallacies, start creating believers Start creating the leaders, tell them who should they follow Nobody but themselves, especially if they hollow Especially when they empty, and death reserved for fulfillment You’re the only person alive that holds the key to your healing