I catch myself sliding in the midst of happy things. Suddenly everything is grey and dull and the girls are talking without me. When did I become wall paper?
On the eve of Valentine's Day I have to ask... Why are we all so afraid of love? Where did this belief that love and strength cannot coexist come from? When did love mean weakness? What is this strange robotic fixation on the abolishment of feelings? Love never meant weakness. If anything it takes a... Continue Reading →
--for my ex boyfriend Every now and then I take a moment to forgive the people in my life who have used me as their token "black friend." By that I mean the people I've known who have used me as an excuse when defending their racism. Now, being a person of colour and dating... Continue Reading →
To Whom it May Concern, Amoung all the things that bother me about this ending, I have to admit that I am most bothered by your willingness to let it end. In most books that I've read, every ending comes after a great fight, or catharsis, that knots together loose strings. But this one came after a... Continue Reading →
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys, It... Continue Reading →