Previously, I have written about the woes of friendships; the trials of building relationships with people who zap your energy and questioning if I truly have friends. I realize this has not been fair to the people who have consistently been in my corner. Today, I acknowledge you! Assuming I would have started to make friends when I was five (I don’t know, some people … Continue reading So, I Guess We’re Really Friends
“Have you ever been depressed?” 32,000 feet in the air, my mom turned to me, clear-eyed and interested, and asked me this question. I thought to myself she doesn’t know? Well, of course, she doesn’t. I don’t exactly broadcast my mental health the way I should. Staring out the plane window, I took a deep breath and responded plainly with “yes.” The cabin seemed to … Continue reading Have You Ever Been Depressed?
We aren’t voiceless, pass the mic. I don’t know how other POC bloggers feel, but I’ve always felt that there is a shortage of stories and perspectives from people of colour… our stories are many, interesting and unique. So, towards the end of last year, I decided that I would begin sharing the stories of […] via A Collection of Cultures: An Interview with Tiara // … Continue reading A Collection of Cultures: An Interview with Tiara // Guest Post — Sophia Ismaa
Sometimes I found myself in, what I like to call, the vortex. It’s a whirlpool of feelings and emotions that sucks me in and makes it hard to escape. Even when everything seems okay, one small thing can trigger it. In the vortex, its melancholy membrane filters out joy, motivation, and creativity and floods the senses with sadness, lethargy, and a depletion of any glimpse … Continue reading The Vortex
You forgot my name already, Reduced me to my complexion. My skin, Mahogany, Caramel, Umber, Means I don’t have a story. My body, Riddled with bullets, Beaten, Raped, Stolen, Cold, Lies within the earth. My spirit, Trapped. Justice, Non-existent. I had a purpose. I have a name. You don’t use my name. To you, My life had no value. My headline doesn’t sell papers. It … Continue reading Poem: Forget Me In the Headlines
Your friend and mine,Fox, tagged me in the 10 Unusual Things About Me Tag. It’s especially tricky because there are no prompts to stir up inspiration. Here is my best attempt, don’t judge me! I do not like coconuts or olives. A taste of either one will ruin my day. We have a spiked flail and mace weapon in our home. I can easily spend … Continue reading 10 Unusual Things About Me Tag