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
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
And no, this is not a reference to that Joaquin Phoenix movie that’s always popping up on Netflix. But seriously, hi friends! It has been an uncomfortably long time since I have been engaged in the blogosphere. I’m not too thrilled about that, especially because I know I have been missing out on a lot of great content. I hope to get back into the … Continue reading I Am Still Here
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
It has been quite a while since I read Fox’s Dream Dinner Party and they encouraged me to join in the fun. It’s good to know we have some of the same people, who can resist a good laugh during dinner? 😊🍽 1. Lin-Manuel Miranda Yes, I love Hamilton. Yes, I love In the Heights. And yes, I love Moana. But, Lin-Manuel is such a … Continue reading Dream dinner party
Knock, knock Is it still Monday? I was hoping to sleep until Wednesday. My room only lit by the screen saver of my laptop or the occasional update of my phone. Why I am awake? I set the agenda perfectly; I have both a comforter and a soft throw blanket. “What are you still doing in bed? We are supposed to be at your grandparents’ … Continue reading AwkAnxAvg 7: A Toast to the New Year
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
