“I am not sure how to process this. I went to work as usual the next day and tried to bury my mind in work but it didn’t do any good. I held up for the most part because I didn’t want to go home. My throat was wet, body…

A poem — I take a look at my parents — and see silvered hair and a wrinkled face. I see scars and uneven textures That speaks of tragedies and triumphs they have endured Softer skins and even kinder hearts Offer way more than just love. …

“I look at the sky. There are no stars. There is no moon. I can barely see the darkness of the night as the sky glitters with light and smoke. My breath is heavy, my stomach empty for days, and my body is supplied with lactic acid due to the…

A poem — Ask me what happened. Yes, go ahead — just ask me. I will tell you what happened. I stay up at night while sleep refuses to take shelter in my eyes. Staring blankly at nothingness and can’t shut off my mind. Questions asking for answers and confusions looking for clarity. …

A dangerous tool of domination instead of liberation The internet is our fav drug. A means of domination by giants such as Google, Facebook, Netflix, Instagram, or Tiktok. Those who were around before the internet frenzy hit us know that this technological tool has landed with us differently than anything…

Here’s why they are right Okay before you label me as a ‘racist’, let me clarify that I am writing from my own experiences and someone else’s perspective. This ‘someone else’ is non-white and so am I. At this point, you must be thinking then how come we don’t relate…

A poem My body tells a visual story Stories polished with sin and glory. Chronicles from days of insufferable stress and also from days embracing the smallest happiness. Scars from the fights I survived, gave me immense courage to strive. Bruises from past memories, often replaced with healthy remedies. Blisters…

Should women start wearing men's clothing? — I want to start by asking my readers: Do you think your female partner takes more time in dressing up than you do? If your answered yes, then let me ask you another question: Do you think this is because they have more choices than you? …

A poem — Love is like an answer without a question, Or a problem without a solution. So many stories of roses and thorns and sometimes a little bit of heartache and soft yearns. Love is full of surprises and random gestures Nope — not with flowers but with excuses and mental tortures. …