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.
Explore the beauty of love alongside its downfall… Only love someone who can love you back… the same way…
Most days, I act like a fake mom. And I’m good at it, too.
A whimsicial narrative of my life as my step count increases. Throughout my journey, I meet different parts of myself, from Curiosity to Shame. It’s a story of how these “people” have helped me grow.
My fear of snow was like someone else’s fear of darkness. I now find the snow to be a good subject for metaphors which I explore in this piece.
A poem about two people who are separated due to circumstances that are beyond their control. Do you think they will end up together?
This began as my personal statement for my Common Application, but has transformed over time into a personal essay.
Thoughts, consciousness, and imagination. A poem.
We have this funny little idea that romance completes things. I had this idea while studying abroad in Paris this summer. And when romance didn’t magically appear I decided to look for it.
The love that you have given me shall not perish even if time separates two souls that were destined to meet. This is a love letter to you, my beautiful Ammu.
After five years apart, Aurora and Griffin’s lives collide again. Aurora can’t see past her anger, while Griffin spends his time hiding his past and trying to ignore his feelings for Aurora, which never left.
When I was born, I didn’t have hands…
It’s easy—almost far too easy to just say where we are from. A country. A place. A word. But where we really come from is from our parents and our culture. A history.
My life growing up in a family of bakers.
Some people would run ten miles instead of confessing to their crush. Some people would never let that ridiculous thought enter their brain at all. If I don’t ask, I’ll never know the answer.