This is an important video. Last year my ex-boyfriend gave me a traumatic brain injury that went untreated for several months. It took me having vision loss and difficulty reading/slurring words/mixing up words to finally seek testing and then eventually therapy to improve my cognitive functioning.

This is me performing a poem I fully memorized on stage last night in Hollywood, CA.

I felt like a huge piece of me had been taken away and now I have it back so, yeah. I’m happy. I might’ve cried a little. lol

This poem is “Fuckboys Are Construction Workers” and it is about my terrible fuckboy of an ex whom I hope sees this poem and my face everywhere one day and despises me for the simple fact that he didn’t kill my spirit or my drive. Fuck you dude.