I’m tryna heal and thrive the way some cats be tryna get out of the hood. There’s a mental ghetto I’ve inherited as a woman, as an African born in the diaspora. I’m tryna undo the lines and limitations drawn by the white man. I’m tryna unlearn the stifling language of Logos that has helped colonize earth, sea and space, and I’m relearning the Eros innate to Africa. The language of the heart. Pumping back to zero point.