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My name is Tie'sha Sadie, but
you may call me Tie. I am a
multi-disciplinary creative
currently raging and roaring
in the experience-o-sphere
that is New York.


Design. LGBTQI. Art. Magic.
Self-Care. Community. Soul.
Melanin. Philanthropy. Love.
Advocacy. Self-Care. Light.
Intimacy. Healing. Vision.
No Holds Barred.

A Not-So Silent Prayer.
17.1.13 at 12:44.


January 17
3:25pm


Being that be,

I have a metaphysical, and often clinical allergy to the very concepts of constraint and conformity. This being the case, it goes without saying that when faced with a circumstance in which I feel obligated, forced, or denied the right of choice, I am prone to respond negatively and radically.

I sincerely fear what I am capable of when my back is against the wall; there is a rage that lays dormant in the depths of my physique and to provoke her is to court malice.

Goddess grant me clarity...
My claws have already begun to inflict pain on this day and the foe that has arrived with it.

I have no desire to look back upon this block of time through a veil of regret.  Guide my energies and remind me of my duty to self-preservation.  Forgive me the negativity that now resides in the end of my fingertips and within the crevices of my mental scope.


Make her known for she is prisoner to the agents of anger.  
Steer us true.

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