theSpacemanSpeaks

I’m just a speechless astronaut with everything to say.
Not five. Not six. Not nine.
Definitely not twelve.
I’m the number thirteen—
the misunderstood one.
The different one.
The one still breathing color in a colorless world.

speechlessSpaceman was born from silence, survival, and transformation.
From the urge to speak when words fell short.
From rejecting labels—prison, identity, bloodlines, gangs—
and charting a new orbit.

We breathe in purples, blues, and reds.
We speak in symbols and metaphors.
We wear our past without shame
and build futures from the scraps.

We are not aliens.
We are explorers—
of pain, of difference, of art, of healing.

We da spacemen.

And because some of us are still out there—
floating, fading, falling—
we tether our art to impact.

For every $100 spent across speechlessSpaceman,
we donate one dose of naloxone—
a life-saving medication that reverses opioid overdoses.
Every product contributes. Every dollar counts.

Buy a Poetry Hoodie and save a homie.
Buy two clutches and a phone case?
That saves a homie too.

We donate through grassroots organizations
who put naloxone directly into the hands
of the people who need it most.

This is more than clothing.
It’s survival stitched in metaphor.
It’s spaceWear.
And it’s just getting started.