Adria Moses

04/16/2026

Dad called last week. Left a message in tongues. Turns out I need Jesus. Turns out I’m no good.

Haven’t seen him in 8 years, but I still remember his stature. Ever since I was little, I was wrong. Growing into a woman with a backbone is even worser.

My first run in with the patriarchy was at 26410 Somerset Dr. I was 4 years old and I was ‘fast’. I was compared to Halle Berry (at that time she was the sexiest woman alive). I was 4 years old.

Turns out I’m no good. Turns out I’m the one who needs Jesus.

I envy people who get to bury their parents. I wouldn’t wish the living dead on anyone.

Dad called last week. Left a message in tongues. Turns out I’m no good. Turns out I need Jesus.

04/15/2026

Even when I was scared to leave, I left anyways. When I was scared to speak, I spoke anyways. When I was scared to die, I lived anyways. When God offered something better, I closed my eyes and opened my hands.

Do not be afraid, there is wisdom in uncertainty and life on the other side of your familiar suffering.

04/13/2026

3 months post op and I genuinely don’t look like someone who had their organs removed, their abdominal wall sutured closed, and their skin stapled shut, but that’s exactly what happened.

Recovery has been real, but I’m moving forward and feeling good. So grateful for everyone who has shown up for me through this 🫶🏼

We are $4,500 away from our $30,000 goal. If you’ve been thinking about giving or sharing, now is the time. Link in bio.

04/12/2026

I hope I am always learning, always changing. Too good for some s**t, not good enough for other s**t. I like being in this body, I voyage its landscapes. The peaks. The valleys. I hope I am always about the terrain (and) never about the buildings on top of it.

04/12/2026

04/09/2026

I don’t want to teach a healing that’s absent of rage.

This poem came from sitting with that truth—that anger, fully embodied, can be both a weapon and a shield. Written by me for 🖤

04/08/2026

I’ve been writing, A LOT. It’s been my solace in recovery and the only way I’ve been able to make sense of the times we are navigating.

I have learned a thing or two, surviving abuse for most of my life. Gaslighting, threats to end your life, surveillance. Living in America is not that much different from domestic violence in a home.

If you’ve been wondering what to do, you feel overwhelmed, or you simply need a few sentiments to hold on to, I wrote this for you, and for me.

Your awareness is not weakness, it’s wisdom. Feeling the weight of what’s happening means you’re paying attention. People who named it early in history weren’t paranoid, they were right. Our discomfort is a signal, not a malfunction. Protect that clarity.

You come from people who survived the unsurvivable. Whatever our lineage, our ancestors lived through things that should have erased them and couldn’t. That’s not just our history, it is our biology. That resilience is literally encoded in us. We didn’t arrive at this moment fragile, no. We arrived equipped.

Hopelessness is a feeling, not a forecast. The future is genuinely unknown. History has surprised us for things have collapsed faster than feared, and things have turned around faster than anyone expected. Feeling hopeless is valid. Believing hopelessness as fact is a trap. Hold the feeling loosely.

Sustainable resistance requires sustainable people. We cannot give what we do not have and martyrdom isn’t a strategy. Rest, joy, community, taking care of your health—these aren’t escapes, they are necessity. The systems that be grind us down. They want us exhausted, uninformed and isolated. Refusal is resistance.

Find your lane and stay in it. One of the most paralyzing things about dark times is the scale of everything wrong at once. I know this well. We are not here to fix all of it. Find the thing you can do: your neighborhood, your skill, your voice, your presence and do that thing with all your might.

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04/06/2026

Softness can and will survive. We are not alone. I know who I am *and* whose I am. I am supported in both action *and* in rest. I never have to do too much.🪻

04/05/2026

Audrey, it’s 2026 and they are still trying to hold our hands still.

I found myself writing on making and creating in a world that persistently promotes violence, scarcity, and death. We waste incredible amounts of time on war and hate.

It sometimes can feel impossible to make something in this world and that is the exact sentiment that demands we do.

Full essay on Substack via The Letters in my bio ✨ drops the first Sunday of every month.

04/05/2026

They got us out here still fighting for our humanity. It's so evil and pointless and an incredible waste of time.

It's hard to create in a world like this, but our Ancestors showed us how and when I feel hopeless, I remember all they chose to do in the face of dominance culture.

New substack via The Letters in my bio—available the first Sunday of every month ✨

04/01/2026

Spending time with these pages.

04/01/2026

As we close out Women’s History Month, may we remember and know deeply that our little selves would be proud of who we become. And may we move towards a world where women exist freely.