Happy Holidays! Now that I got the happy part out of the way, time for the bleak stuff…I never thought about this until now, but the idea of Santa is peculiar. And, he kind of sounds like a rapist. He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake! He knows when you've… Continue reading Santa Claus Sounds Like a Rapist…
I recently thought about a traumatic experience in 5th grade when they found a dead body in the cafeteria vent. So I wrote this poem about it. This is like an untold narrative about him. It also sort of is a story of lots of people in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I was a survivor of penury. But, the soul of the story was a victim.
My first house was a yellow brick house with blue window shutters, a pink door, and a green roof. The rent was great because it was free, meals were included, and it was right in the backyard of my family's house. I used to host parties in it when my cousins came over, I used… Continue reading Dollhouse Days
Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.