I have issues. It’s a fact that I’ve always had some or more at any given time within my life. Sometimes you have to leave it all behind-- all those dusty, wormy memories crawling throughout your brain. Somehow, everything just seems to be digging through your nerves and no matter how you try to look at things it all seems the same. Every feeling that ever converged within you, under your skin and in the veins that route around you, curls itself into little clumps.

My Name is Tuahine.
Native Hawaiian. Mother and Girlfriend
Buddhist.
Artist in sizee 5 shoes and a little insane.

Pavement Princess,
You’ve turned into a mean little queen
Always deceiving
and weaving your lies through the throne
we are prone to your —-
We, the people, find no justice in your cause
but I applaud your talents
You have a knack for playing the victim
but I can taste the treason in your words.