As I began to mature in my teenage years, my faith wavered.
Intimate
I Find Myself in Blue Envy
This poem is about how I, as I teenager, express myself through my hair.
A Time to Heal
Anything can happen when I am holding the pen.
Pila
He always walked a little in front of me with his hands in his
black nylon jacket.
Loving in New Ways
Sometimes the best love is the one that can exist without words.
Pelo Malo
Smoke rises, hot metal searing each rebellious strand.
Dinner Time
A poem of food and family.
My Vietnam
Meeting the real Vietnam