Luna

I work solely for my marine veteran father. I’m a 4th generation immigrant American, and 4th member of our family. Currently on union strike, so official work will not start until the other members finish their assigned tasks. current status: no PC | no laptop (charger stolen) | no mail key | no active landline | old phone service still disabled by AT&T | chemical lobotomy against my will (multiple seizures) disabled past accounts & emails. further more… my patience has been reduced to zero again, so I will not entertain pointless noise sent my direction because I have to disinfect and reorganize the entire family’s hoard left with me. Reason: we will be traveling soon and I have new local friends I wish to donate the excess to.

Fair warning, I’m a mandated reporter and a freelance journalist. This always was the case but I only said I was an artist for the mission. Do not expect refined art from me for a while. Still a funeral parade + political strike so maybe in God’s time.

Aries sun ♈️ libra moon ♎️ cancer rising ♋️
Born in year of the wood dog 🐕 🐾 🅰️ type
2 of my children from my last divorce died
Only one daughter remains, and we are still both heavily scarred by the abusive husband and 5 kids.
I will speak about my life as much as I want, because I come from a better place that went away from here. I was not shamed for my stories as a child, but I never got credit for my soul. Starbucks had my poem on its wall and it was my worst one yet; because my complex feelings were unbefitting a young child. I learned to play the role of the childish little one for his ego’s sake.

Also to clip my wings because my dad was not allowed to be kind to me in her presence. I’ll always advocate for him, and every wounded warrior I still love.

I’m sorry you could never understand me, and everything real about it evokes your fear. I did my best to be gentle but I was summon back to his side when he realized I was purposefully sedating myself to deal with your sleep induced beatings… I couldn’t shower for a year after you. I still struggle to share a bed.

I told her and everyone else so excitedly how I thought you were the one. The one I’ve been searching for.

But you decided my fate long before I knew your name.