In this piece, I stumble across the wonders of natural hair and after, try to convince my mother to let me go natural.
I was scrolling on social media and my eye caught a rather shocking headline. This poem is about the article I read and how very serious news is made palatable.
A short personal story about my journey with a major change that has happened to me recently. A great description of the ups and downs of adjusting to that permanent everlasting change.
This poem is special to me; it is connected with my own journey of living with anxiety, longing, and what it means to be in my body.
When I was born, I didn’t have hands…
There are many stigmas surrounding body image and beauty standards to the point where it has become underestimated. This poem is written through the lens of a girl who experiences it but finds strength to overcome it.
“Stages of Reflection” reveals the ongoing journey of self-love in three basic stages.
Imagine being in a room with your younger self. What would you tell them?
I was floating, my elbows resting on the pool’s stone ledge as the jets massaged my back. That’s the last thing I remember.
An attempted recording of the strange sensations of synesthesia and anosmia.
This poem comes from a page of “The Power to be Affected,” a philosophy essay by Michael Hardt. It is a work that first resonated with me at age 14.