With a voice forged from the heartbeats of a thousand journeys, she stands tall—a slang speaker, spoke word spitter, a conduit for the languages of travelers. Each syllable she utters carries tribal words and oral history, a tapestry woven from the aching and the accepting, the breaking and the building.

“Share your stories, girl,” they say, “with that honeydew type of healing.” And she does. Her tongue is fire, bringing burns, bringing warmth. It’s a force to be reckoned with—know it, use it. Make them crave it, break them with it. For in a world where silence is the enemy of women, her words become both sword and shield, a legacy of resilience and revolution.

In the echoes of her voice, one can feel the weight of generations, the strength of those who refuse to be silenced. Each word, a flame; each sentence, a beacon. This is her power, her heritage, her story. ✊🏾👊🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer