“We all succumb to something,” I wrote, “Be it life, love Or heartache. Something consumes us in the end.” Advertisements
Two little girls on the bus had a fight. I catch only the end of it As I take my seat in the back. They fall silent after the last hurtful word is thrown, But stay seated next to each other. Three stops pass and the one in brown prepares herself to get off. Though,…
Single dose Powder pouches of Soothing lemon flavour– I’ve been drinking drugstore remedies To cure my common cold: Cough syrup, honey, And tea made with acetaminophen; There’s no real food in my stomach, Just healing liquids That put me to sleep and give me Nightmares.
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. –Maya Angelou
Flowers given to strangers, Chocolates for acquaintances, Love letters written to old friends Though never sent; I hear to my father sing “It takes strength to be gentle and kind.”
I slept for too long and Started having nightmares. One about a pitbull Who was disowned by his family And followed me home. He frightened me so I never let him in But instead of leaving He stood on his hind legs And pressed his weight against my apartment Door. My lock is loose and…
Dark and fertile Is my skin for gardens to flourish. I am the soil’s second-cousin.
Legend has it Politics shouldn’t be brought to the Dinner table. Though, When your existence is political You do not have the privilege of Leaving politics at home. When you meet the parents You bring your politics In your skin, Your gender And your identity.