Asia is a storyteller at heart, using her love for music, art, and prose to explore our society. Her creative work is fueled by a deep curiosity and commitment to uncovering every layer of the truth.
How many more horrific and violent tragedies will it take for our government to change something and enforce more stringent
my adoration might have vanished into the pillow-razored sand dunes and it drips through the unfilled spaces between my ribs
How can we accurately reflect the experiences of victims of racism, ensure that all members of American society experience equal
singing in daylight a plum daisy fix swinging on breezes patiently waiting for the blooming of rights that were promised
you worshipped a divine being of which you didn’t have the foggiest idea loathed a fallen angel you’d never met
excellence is subjective i’m not what they want i’m the adversary excellence is entirely subjective furthermore, nobody dare holds me
there is a morsel of fishing out for affection in a real sense wherever in america despite the fact that
the moon is my constant it never appears to change formed by collision she fills in an unexplained manner many
i felt the sparks like waves washing against my core white and black checkerboard covering every wall and i saw
lavender puddles of terror originated between your fingers afraid it scuttles into corners on all fours it hides it stalks
