We are a melting pot of madness & magic. We are beloved by kin & bullied when our skin or beliefs don’t blend in perfectly with one another. We rise from ashes, rise with alarm clocks to faithfully face new joys & challenges. We fall in line, fall to the wayside. We beat back demons & beat the dust off our clothes to get the job done. We grapple with guilts & shortcomings. Can be consumed by wrath, alienated by worth. We can also transform ghost seeds into fertile groves. Spin soul songs into solid gold. And when we conjure more magic than madness, we can alchemically arrange kill into kiss. Can leave the lights on in our eyes so even on the darkest nights our loved ones can still find their way back home.