I discuss my devotion to and fascination with neuroscience while comparing it to religion.
Religion
Intimate
To write about things that have ended a long time ago
A lot of my writing is related to loss—in this case, it’s old friends. Though I’ve yet to attend a loved one’s funeral, I find myself grieving people who are still alive.
my january, my silvermist
Odes to the greenery in my house that keep me constantly conflicted.
Chronicles of FeiXingQi and Mahjong
A tale of an immigrant’s adjustment to New York City and the impacts of childhood and cultural board games.
Modern Day Princess
Not every fairytale is as obvious as the ones we see on our TV screens. And not all princesses get their happy ever after.
Perfect Bad Grades
In which a smart girl battles her self-restraints and discovers her passion.
Stormy stories
Because of a bad storm, the power went out, and my friends and I told ghost stories to each other. It was one story that warped my young, naive perception of class and wealth.
all at once
a poem of aching candor narrating the varied, implicit forms of heartbreak.
Black Bodies
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.
My Persecution
This poem explores the interpersonal and intrapersonal dialogue of someone being harassed on the street.
True Recognition
A Muslim girl recalls her experience facing religious discrimination. which prompts her to organize a safe space for likeminded individuals to perform their identities.
Fake Mom
Most days, I act like a fake mom. And I’m good at it, too.
Tangles and Knots: My Life as a Highly Sensitive Person
“Are you okay?” The Hispanic woman wearing a disposable medical apron asks me as she comes back into the x-ray check-up room after scanning my braces. No.
Mind Your Business
“Mind Your Business” discusses various social justice issues with regard to people involving themselves in things that don’t concern them.
happy birthday
A poem written on the eve of my 17th birthday after realizing what womanhood might mean for me.