She can wear what she wants. She can walk down the street naked, and you still would not have the right to violate her. If someone leaves the door to their house open, does that give you the right to walk in? To caress their couches, examine their personal pictures on the wall, sleep in… Continue reading Do Not Touch.
I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to. I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write
I haven't been able to listen to Alicia Keys no matter how bad I want to, and no matter how much I love her. I have been a fan of her music for years, but she was ruined for me during Super Bowl 50 in San Francisco this year. It's not her make-up stance. I… Continue reading Why I Stopped Listening to Alicia Keys
My heart is overflowing with emotions. It's like a shutter holding in rain and it's about to burst. I've taken a bad fall for you. I wish I would've fell sooner though. I don't care how much the fall hurts, because maybe, if I would have realized my feelings sooner, just maybe we could have… Continue reading Departure
My hands have been bound the past few days. Restrained by time. Restrained by unpacking. Restrained by moving into my first apartment. Restrained by decorating. Now, my hands are free and able to type and blog again... Yet, although my hands have been chained up, my mind has been free. My mind has been thinking… Continue reading Free Hands