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ISHA CAMARA is a poet, visual and makeup artist hailing from South Minneapolis and a proud Aries. Most subjects she writes about circle thoughts and experiences of her identity as a Black Muslim woman and the ways in which she navigates in America, then understanding how America responds back to her. Isha’s purpose is to give a narrative that create conversations supplied with empathy, driven with tenderness.