Ars Nova


Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I’m almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I’m so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this world up atop a bold shortcut with hands on hips and kill this catwalk life. That I couldn’t have asked for these trails, my obstacles, because they were promised to me. Struggle is my birthright and success is my inheritance. Then I revel in my foresight and chuckle at my naivety.

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Roze Goes

When Roze first went in 2012,  it was kind of like a journal ... that other people could read. Embarassing. But I'm realizing that my voice, my experiences, my representation and narrative are valuable. There's room enough for me too. My talents and interests. My time is now. Roze

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