A poem that tackles surface-layer Black characters and urges Black humanity.
Race
Full Body (Laughter)
Look me in the eyes when I laugh. Look at our Black bodies that aren’t just bodies and our Black laughter that will never know death, even when we do. Even if we do.
The Table
A poem that takes a new view on The Table (a common standard for minorities to strive for).
Mental Health Disparities within the Latino Community
This piece examines the biological, cultural, and socioeconomic factors that limit Latinos from receiving mental health treatment.
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.
A Guide to Telling the Tale of Two Cities
I’ve written a scholarship essay showing how I’d bring a diverse perspective to NYU. I’ve shared my experiences growing up in Jamaica and America, my love of sharing knowledge and my love of writing.
The Inheritance of Hate
A short poem from the thoughts of a Black girl
Mind Your Business
“Mind Your Business” discusses various social justice issues with regard to people involving themselves in things that don’t concern them.
white woman (crocodile) tears
Crocodile tears is a phrase that refers to a false display of emotions, specifically sadness or grief. The term is derived from the phenomenon of crocodiles crying whilst consuming prey.
Living in Gratitude While Missing My Native Tongue
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.
The Watchtower, an Excerpt
Two Japanese American twelve-year-olds in World War II relocation centers, hatch a plan of escape. But something unexpected happens on the day they plan to leave.
Broken Masterpiece
A poetic piece revolving around the misconstrued perceptions of what it truly means to be an African American living in modern day society.
Always There
Bed-Stuy had always been home for Jordan, but what will he do when something seems to be coming with him? Sometimes the real monsters are closer than you think.
I used to hate the rain
Acceptance comes after the storm. It poured and poured.
Take Space, Make Space
While I used to feel fractured when it came to my heritage, poetry has helped me realize that these fractures are, in fact, who I am.