there is something deeply wrong with the body.
Spoken Word Poetry
A poem that takes a new view on The Table (a common standard for minorities to strive for).
Some moments never stuck, others are vividly blazed. These are memories are stained-covered with tears, laughter and my heart. Invaluable and reflected across page.
One Girl… One Love… where did it lead her?
What’s the cost? And how do we decide?
This poem is a classic extended metaphor and an angry feminist poem about a woman’s relationship to food and the kitchen.
The perfect relationship is a facade. Always. Even when you think you know exactly how the other person is feeling, there is always a secret. Sometimes, that secret is pain.
This piece was written to myself, and is a reflection of the self-hatred that I often feel as a teenage girl. It also depicts the enveloping and consuming nature of my anxiety.
This poem explores the feeling of neglecting different parts of your personality to achieve a certain goal yet feeling incapable of doing so.
I am showcasing my love for Black features, our hair, skin, and lips. They are often portrayed in a positive light when they are on white bodies, but they should be celebrated on our bodies.
This poem explores the interpersonal and intrapersonal dialogue of someone being harassed on the street.
What is your hometown? A place where you return back to with joy and feel comfort from. My poem will remind you of all the little elements that help us create our hometown.
An ode to hers everywhere.
This is a poem about Monica Lewinsky. I wrote this piece to reshape the narrative. Some parts in style after Eleanor Wikstrom.
A perfect town’s decaying world is set in stone; a world unconsented to. It’s not the easiest knowing our fate stands between the rich and corrupt, or that there was never any difference at all.