An ode to hers everywhere.
Spoken Word Poetry
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.
The love that you have given me shall not perish even if time separates two souls that were destined to meet. This is a love letter to you, my beautiful Ammu.
History is not just the past, but also the present and the future. However, it is our decisions as a collective that majorly decide how history runs its course. This poem, titled “Forgotten Ignorance,” describes how climate change should be affecting everyone equally, yet people of color are getting more hard-hit because of the racism and socioeconomic inequality in our society. As such, advocating for a clean climate is inherently linked to advocating for racial equality.
A poem about the internalized male gaze that verbalizes the ways it affects my thinking and everyday life.
Validation explores a love-hate intimate relationship that battles with self-love.
This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.
This poem is about society’s shared desire for escape and comfort in a mundane yet chaotic world.
No matter the obstacle, if you believe in yourself and focus on where you want to be, you will be the rose that overcame all odds.
I grew up loving the beach in the British Virgin Islands, but I couldn’t go swimming in January because the ocean was too cold. I wrote this poem to personify the cold of the sea.
This poem is a reminder to love ourselves and our bodies no matter what the mirror tells us.
I spent a lot of summer 2020 sitting underneath trees and trying to find the words to articulate what exactly I was feeling and not really being able to find the words. There’s usually a real feeling of restlessness that accompanies summer for me and I think it was amplified by the pandemic.
It’s as if the devil and an angel sit on her shoulders, debating whether she made the right choice with her lover. The internal battle of love’s rights and wrongs comes to life.
If you ever feel too scared to grow and move on, just imagine the butterfly’s transformation process. From beginning to end.