The soul that rides deep through our veins, Our red rivers, and smiles. This darling soul, as endearing As dead poets and countries. This restless so… - Masiela Lusha

If I cannot offer some relief to our world, if I cannot inspire our generation to join me, then I feel I am a complete waste of space. This constant fear of feeling irrelevant in our society has been the catalyst behind all my efforts and passions for as long as I can remember.

While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.

Sing your song, unforgiving siren,
Part the curtain clouds with your faithful entrance,
And clear your voice.
Pour your song of milk onto this land of yours.