And so, the dance begins again.

A grandmother's annual ritual.

Deeper shades remain subjected to a racialised market.

I am no longer asking for a seat at the table.

Every night, like clockwork...

If they think of us as eyelashes, we shall be the eyelash people.

Lush, incandescent islands of possibility in a sea of quiet despair.

Suffering is indiscriminate, the university ought to be too.

Where Western countries tend to value individualism above all, collectivist cultures prioritise the well-being of the group.

It is knowing and feeling the presence of my ancestors within this land, but also seeing the effects of the past play out onto the modern-day land.