“I choose to share my beauty with those who cherish it and who won’t tarnish it. It’s not for the world to take what’s mine and feed it through a machine that creates plastic barbie dolls; slaves to an industry responsible for corrupting a generation of Kardashian wannabes.”

“When the snow falls and the thunder rumbles, do you listen for the stories that they tell?”

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

How my family's body-shaming led me to codependency issues and a suicide attempt.

What could go wrong when watching Pink Panther?

“So I decided to give my attitude a switch, / Look at myself every day and give that girl a kiss; / No more over-analyzing the tiny flawed bits, / I’m reminding myself that I’m still the shit!”

“This love I have for you is a pure one that I often struggle to express; with you, I struggle to be vulnerable, to dare greatly, and to trust that what I have to give is enough. It’s the pureness of a Mother’s love coded into my soul from the Divine Himself.”

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.

"I killed my hair to revive my spirit."

A journey within to remember the essence of your true Self

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.

“We were invaded, raided, and traded. Then demanded that we keep our hair downgraded.”

“Who knew a little unbounded sensual self-touch could lead to such liberty?”

I hate birthdays. Or to be more precise, I hate the feeling birthdays give me. Most especially, I hate my own birthday.

Choose which line speaks to you…

A daughter of immigrants’ changing view on what it means to care for self, especially during times of uncertainty…

“I am not too hard to love or too much; if anything I should be a reflection of the love I choose to have. I am loved and deserve the love I give. “

Logic cannot heal you like love can…

“There comes a point when you open your eyes and realize that you are the main character of your story. You realize that you no longer need to succumb to someone else’s narrative, and from there, you begin to live.”