“They sing to me through wind and birdsong”

I am Kami. I am Kamilah. I am what you are afraid to be. I am loving and mean and crazy and kind. I am broken and not to be fixed, I am cracked and filled with gold kintsugi. I am more than your perception of me. I am the culmination of all those who have loved before me. I carry their sorrow and joy. My people are the kalinga, the indigenous folk of kairi. I am a seed bore from care and struggle. I am the roots beneath your feet and the jumbie tree you sit underneath. I am kumaka.