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Jhasmine St Hilaire for Ourselves Black Field Notes

 
jhasmine  Age: 23 Born: New-York Currently residing in: Dallas, TX Personal IG: @jhasthlr Twitter: @jhasthlr  *degreed shit talker discussing grey areas + loosely opinionated. started off being a natural internalizer realized it needed a space to grow old, which birthed 'Jhas Hands' a comedic transparent space sharing all of life's experiences while advocating for black lives.

jhasmine

Age: 23
Born: New-York
Currently residing in: Dallas, TX
Personal IG: @jhasthlr
Twitter: @jhasthlr

*degreed shit talker discussing grey areas + loosely opinionated. started off being a natural internalizer realized it needed a space to grow old, which birthed 'Jhas Hands' a comedic transparent space sharing all of life's experiences while advocating for black lives.

I whisper to myself in the wee hours of the morning as the sun peaks over the roofs of houses.
"You are allowed to be unraveled," I exclaimed, and therefore proclaimed myself to pieces. 
I crumbled. 
I was waking up at 6:30 am before getting ready to enter the environment of clock in and clock out. 
I was that dedicated to you, I remember when it was just you and I in the mornings. 
It felt silent. but I knew If I wanted to keep my hope together, I had to keep re-visiting you. 
We toiled with each other, you saw me, and I saw you. 
I'm young I would say, 
what is my fortune? 
Wages increasing, inflation in areas I would love to be productive in like crowded ass LA or dirty ass New York, 
how will I express my creativity? 
We continued to toil. 
Until I realized, it was you. 
That is how I would express it. 
Thank you, mental health. 
You are which the foundation I stand on. 
See you in the morning.