A Day In My Life

Why I Write

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

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My Poetry

Mingling Edges. 

I'm on the edge of glory... Not the Lady Gaga song, but the edge where two natural figures collide. The sand and the ocean... Where the water dances around your ankles and the sand crumbles like brown sugar. Sometimes the pair simply mix together, water and sand, and make wet sand, but sometimes they produce… Continue reading Mingling Edges. 

My Poetry

Mirror, Mirror (Reflections)

Mirror, mirror on the wall... Who's the faceless figure standing dark and tall?   Is it me, is it my shadow, or is it you? It's just standing there still, and I don't know what to do.   I can't tell if this murky figure is frozen or just stuck. Its eye-less face is staring at me,… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror (Reflections)

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

Memory Lane

My Educational Journey

When I was in the fifth grade, they found a dead body in the school cafeteria’s vents. That morning started off like any other school day. My friends and I went to the cafeteria to get breakfast, and there was just a nauseating odor floating through the cafeteria. We thought nothing of it. We got… Continue reading My Educational Journey