"but as my body grows, / so does my mind."

An observation of faith and embodiment of my ancestors.

A reflection on cardiac exhaustion

This poem sends a message to not hide and to not fear loving or being who you are.

This poem expresses the cycle of our lives; how innocent souls come to face the harsh and cruel world. They turn into monsters and the cycle carries on. But no matter how dark it gets, our souls will shine again one day.

She is walking into me, we are becoming.

But being me is what brings me peace. / What others think, / Will never give me this ease.

Logic cannot heal you like love can…

This poem delves into the insecurities that people face when they imagine what their metaphorical “box” may have inside.

Our parents have good intentions, but what happens when fear is masked as protection?

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside.