Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I was about 21 years old when I began studying for a degree. Disinterested in furthering my education, it was not my wish, but my mother convinced me I would be a failure in life if I didn’t study. As I already believed I was a failure, going to university Read more
What if my dystopia is your heaven, my utopia your hell?We’re not on the same page, darlingMay I still call you that?You said it could never happen hereIsn’t that what the Germans said of Hitler?Where did they think his anti-semantic rants would lead?Darling, I know in your heart the idea Read more
i know the day hard words crashed like a meteor against your heart now you hide your edgesafraid they’ll catch the light this is the coldthe distanceof space if only i could breathe hereand speak of the stardust in your bones if only i could peel past my skinto show you my scars living Read more
I wanted to keep playing Kick the Can, but the other girls said they were too hot, and it was getting too dark, and they were tired from running and didn’t want to be surprised like that anymore. We were sweating. So were the boys. It was an almost-summer Sunday Read more
We seem to be speaking two languages. My NOgets lost in your translation and you hear, “Yes!” My NOhas embeddedin your headas “Yes, Yes,Take Me Now!”So you doas you thinkI wish. You take melike little boyswith their action figures.Pose my handsand feetto leap and fly,then crash brokenat your feet. You play and playand play, eyesand Read more
No. Do you want to hear in it Spanish? No. My clothes mi ropa My words mis palabras My lips mis labios And my looks y mis aspectos does not mean you can touch, grab, pull me like a desirable toy at a playground. To take my body and treat Read more
When my mother died, the vast weather of anger surrounding her like a force of nature dissolved and disappeared as if overnight. The change was astonishing. My father had his difficulties, but a constant display of anger was not one of them. In the old days, I might have gone Read more
V1This string of lights I hold in my hands always looks so prettySo bright, so perfect and hangs just soEach bulb is where it is meant to beThere are no knots in the wireOr broken filaments And each part hangs just where I want itAll making sense way up high on Read more