Reflection: 50th Blog Post

Hello friends, I believe this is a milestone, this post makes my 50th blog post. I honestly did not imagine any kind of future with this blog, so I try to take it day by day. As I mentioned previously, I usually tend to give up on things […]

An Open Letter to a Dear Friend

Content warning: Suicide

If you are struggling, especially when suicidal thoughts and ideation makes you believe you are alone and worthless, please know these three things: you are loved, you will be missed, and the world is better with you in it. These sound like cliches, but it is true! You have an abundance of support from complete strangers. Your existence here makes a difference.

Flash Fiction: Message Sent

Chase woke up to two missed calls and seven texts. They were all from his ex Logan, their breakup was fresh and she was devastated. “Plz talk to me” “U hurt me” “I love u” “I miss u” “I hate u” “Pick up!” “Check the door.” He scanned […]

Hypervigilance is Exhausting

It is tiresome to constantly feel the urgency to watch my back. I have yet to find proof that it is safe for me to let my guard down and run into the arms of a world free from harm. My hypervigilance has intersectional roots, I am: Black. […]

Poem: I Owe You Nothing

My curves and my smile were not made for you you are not entitled to my body, my consent, or my peace of mind. Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your lustful thoughts and your twisted fantasies to yourself. Do not question me, I owe you nothing. […]

“Stop Resisting!”

A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police […]

Sexuality [Question Mark]

Sometimes your sexual identity as not very clear at all. Here’s a story about coming to terms with mine. No one needs a label or a big revelation. It’s all about you and your journey. The way you experience your life is more than valid. 

Stretch Marks

I do not like my stretch marks, I never have. The unflattering lines dance across my body, a waltz of imperfection. The mirror is unkind to me, my zig-zags of insecurities exposed. My hips, my waist, my arms alike, are cloaked to avoid any unforeseen gaze. Then I […]