From the Ash
Sometimes to rise from the ash
You have to burn the motherfucking house down
I owe it to the ones I loved most
To make the changes
Choices
They never could
To say the things
no one was willing to think
Let alone say
To go behind the veil
Let it all go, and
surrender
To what stays
I shake the tree
And let the dead leaves fall
So I can nourish the ones that remain
Let this wildfire
Turn my rage into
Grace
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all