In this piece, I explore how a change in our mindset can influence our experience of reality.
there is something deeply wrong with the body.
This poem is a classic extended metaphor and an angry feminist poem about a woman’s relationship to food and the kitchen.
This piece is a very personal reflection of a time in my life where I felt a need to be more grounded and reevaluate my relationship with eating.
As I grow, my eczema has been a struggle for me. Throughout this piece I explore within myself to overcome this struggle.
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.
Mind Your Business
“Mind Your Business” discusses various social justice issues with regard to people involving themselves in things that don’t concern them.
Mia, a sixteen year old girl, struggles with body dysmorphia when her friends ask her to be a Disney Princess for Halloween.
A moment of honesty;
Five short monologues that unpack the intimate questions that reveal bits of yourself, but show who you are in sharing them with the world.
I’m Not Hungry
This piece was based on an experience I had a few years ago with a boy who constantly commented on my body and weight, and my journey in separating how he defined me with how I saw myself. There were a lot of things I had to say about this relationship, and I had to experiment a lot with the flow and format of the story.
The First Naturalista
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 Manageable Change
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.
My Natural History
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…