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Note to Self
“Note to Self” is a poem that was written in the midst of a wave of high self-esteem that shows itself rarely. This is when the power of Melanin Beauty reveals itself unapologetically.

Abuelo, Apples & Me
This piece looks at the way an unexpected Thanksgiving tradition was able to bring me and my grandfather closer.

A Painter’s Job
John, an excessive, narcissistic, psycho painter, finds himself liking Allisa, who just happens to be the girl whose house he’s painting, but just how far will he take this liking?

Tale of an Unsung Writer
I decided the best way to approach this year's broad theme centered around history was to show how I can change the trajectory of my own story by being honest about my passions.

The Crash
It is not a boom It is not a ba-ba-bang It is not even a pft

Hyde Yourself In Me
My piece surrounds the text around Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I got inspired by the text because it is a classic and Emily and I have been exploring classical texts through the modern lenses.

I met God Herself, and She was Beautiful
I wrote my poem after my ex-boyfriend and I broke up, we were on and off for three years and when we got together it was very toxic. The day after we broke up I wrote this poem because I felt uplifted after the breakup, and I felt like God.

This Sacred Earth & Fire Into Water
Growing up in midtown Manhattan, spending the weekends at tree-filled Central Park instilled in me a love for nature, leading me to reflect upon our treatment of the environment.

Oppidum Exspiravit
The inevitability of death orbits in the very fabric of your existence from the moment you’re born to the day death comes. History proves time and time again how precious our actions are and that it's up to us to take our place before our time runs out.

Goodnight.
My mind tends to wander when it's dark and I'm alone, this is a sort of letter to myself, to the part of me that keeps me up at night.
