Memory Lane, Short Stories

Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)

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My Poetry

Predestination

What triggered your contempt for us?   Was it seeing the white skin wrapped around the figure of the God you idolize that caused you to ridicule our blackness and treat us like we are monsters?   Or were you simply injected with spite at birth, so you birthed the white God to try to make us feel disgusted with… Continue reading Predestination

My Poetry

Death of a Caterpillar

I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar

My Poetry

Golden Girl

I am not your trophy... I am not here to be shown off, glorified, or acknowledged when your friends and co-workers come around only to be thrown in a box in your dark basement any other day. See, you probably don't see the difference between me and the golden inanimate object because you're not in… Continue reading Golden Girl

A Day In My Life, In the Crowd

The Endless Summer Tour!

Saturday night, I spent five hours at the Ak-Chin Pavillion standing, dancing, screaming, singing, jumping, thirsty, sweating, and having a phenomenal night.   I haven't been to the Ak-Chin Pavillion since July 11, 2008 when it was still called the Cricket Wireless Pavillion. Eight years ago I went with my old best friend to see… Continue reading The Endless Summer Tour!

My Poetry

To Sister’s House

To Sister's House With a beautiful landscape flickering by like a slideshow out of the car's clear window. Roaming past rows and rows of luscious green grass and crowds of corn fields. With Dirt raining down on the pick up trucks and cars of the nearby homeowners like confetti at a parade.   To sister's… Continue reading To Sister’s House