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Thirty-Six
My birthday was last Saturday.I turned 36 and I didn’t do much. No big celebration.No loud rooms. I wasn’t necessarily by myself but it was just another quiet checkpoint in a life that has felt like running uphill with no ease in sight. However, I don’t think people understand how exhausting it is to keep…
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The Innocent Part of Me Still Exists Somewhere
There’s still a part of me that believes in fairness. There’s still a part of me that still believes that people who break others should face some consequences. However, the world doesn’t work that way. Why does the people who hurt others can live without guilt? I want to say that life is not fair…
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Ever Wondered How It Feels?
I know how it feels to want to end it all. To feel like every day is just another battle you don’t have the energy to fight. To lie in bed staring at the ceiling, too tired to move, too numb to cry, too hopeless to even try anymore. This goes beyond chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia…
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Trying Hard Enough (Poem Written By: Me)
Who are you to tell me I’m not trying hard enoughWhat is the true definition of that?Is it forcing myself to stay awake every night?Waking up early every morning?Even though I walk from one end to the otherI lend my heart anyway People throw around this sisterhood thing.What is it anyway?Someone who listens to you?Tell…
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Brown Skin
Think about it. The reason racism exists is because we actually matter I mean, You are hated because of your Skin color Your beauty Your intelligence You existence Our skin is brown No wonder why they fear us My skin is brown We’re guilty just because This skin has a cost though And it’s great…