Tag: Letters from Big

Why I play with my cunt…

This was a poem written by an artist whose name I’ve long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and pretty much everything I needed to know about being a woman. I wish I could replicate […]

Dear Birthday Girl

You survived being sexually abused for more than twenty years, you survived and are surviving having been kidnapped, you survived racism and being arrested twice for literally no reason on both occurrences. You are living to see the world face it’s first pandemic since Small Pox, and while […]