The pandemic had affected me and my mental health. No social time with friends. Being at home all day, everything just felt like a repetitive cycle. Read on
Personal / all
They looked up words that mean “stupid” in African to insult me They look at my hair products as if they are dirty They call me names and whisper things… Read on
I could not comprehend why my family would choose this path. I only later realized that it was not a choice. They were stuck in the cycle of addiction that was being passed through generations and had no plan of stopping. Read on
After I cut off my relaxed hair, reactions were swift. Some applauded my bravery. Others expressed displeasure: Was I trying to be a boy, was I gay? Read on
Dream It’s been our dream to become a travel nurse since forever. So I wonder… Did we make it? Are we getting there? I wonder what school we ended up… Read on
A friend once told me that a real writer reveals their wounds and creates them into a masterpiece. A friend once told me that a real poet creates illusions within… Read on
