Still Seeing Us began with a conversation with a dear friend about the feeling of an endless loop. She generously shared her thoughts with me, and somewhere in that exchange, a poem began to take shape.

It was my first spoken-word piece, and it came from something that wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. It grew out of a conversation, a friend’s willingness to share, and the space that writing gave me to explore the thought in my own way.

G, thank you for trusting me with the first spark and for allowing me to write my own way through it.

This is Still Seeing Us.