Category Archives: written arts

Privilege in the Age of Instagram

Capturing one’s youth comes with a side of privilege. You didn’t have to order it, in fact it isn’t even on the menu, but it’s baked into what you’re eating. What do you mean?  Often times, here in the Western world we forget that our luxuries are luxuries. Nowadays, our daily lives are recorded in…

The Race Card and Other Adult Games

Every now and then I’ll get the inevitable question that I suspect every person of colour writing about being a person of colour gets: Why can’t you just forget about race? And while I find the question to be so incredibly ignorant and offensive I do my best to explain the reasons why I can’t…

Go forth

Go forth, with dignity and optimism with love and kindness with hope. Go forth, knowing that you are strong but can, and will, become stronger, wiser, happier, better. Go forth with star in your eyes, dreams in your head and ambition in your hands. Remember, as much as New Years are known for their “new…

Honey is an acquired taste.

You wake up in the morning to a text message that asks your permission in allowing a friend to get a line of your poetry tattooed. I didn’t cry but I will when I see it. I’m so happy my work affected someone so much.

Taupe

I like the way your mouth moves when you lie to me: Mocking the shapes of truth. Your tongue’s best quality Was how it could seduce Me, and tamper with my innards Like a lion playing with his food. I like the way you hold my hand although I know you can’t feel your fingertips-…