The way my magic has been used and thrashed around.
When I was specifically brought in to protect vulnerability, and yet when I spoke up for my needs, I was pushed aside. Because of other people's Ambition. That outsized the Capacity of Care. That I was under the impression I'd receive. I need better care. As an Artist. My Art deserves it. What was built on my back. my heart. It just hurts. because the industry has a trickle down effect. That makes me not want to be here on Planet Earth anymore. I don't know where my art belongs. But I know I am an Artist. The pain is: bleak. How much Artists suffer behind closed doors to: provide their Art. and I speak on it and there's a shunning. the shunning can be a homecoming. but the homecoming is: isolating. I believe in my work. I love my work. Who is going to meet me with the Standards of Care I communicate? Harm was done to my body. I have PTSD from the very platform that makes my work visible. Where do I go? It's a lonesome and brave road. To choose your own healing over "success."
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