Because of All of These
Because I am my mother’s daughter, I have learned to extend myself; Make sure everyone is comfortable, Everyone but me. Because I am my father’s
Of Shattered Mirrors
I found an unlikely foe in the mirror, Cruel judgments every time I showed it my face, It revealed not the boy I could become,
Betrayal of The Young
Voices calling late at night, a shadow’s terror, The broken trust and the love so dear. A delight and thus a humble soul, A childhood
If He Wanted To, He Would
Happy faces plastered on the living room wall. Must be nice because I can’t relate at all. Y’all actually went to the studio and did
This Thing Called “Rape”
The smile of a man, Sometimes deceiving, Unable to tell when it is fake or real, A mindset I had at age 12. Dreams held
I Said No
If I had 13 reasons You’d be all of them. For I was just 8 8 With this burden to carry. Tell me I was
In That Dark Room
It was one of those days again; Nothing felt right, In that dark room, Everything felt throttling, Pain fed on her essence, Till she fell
The Young Loner
They were God’s gift, I was a demon kid. They had Angels eyes, I had the Devil’s stare. They had pretty smiles. Mine had no
Dear Diary… My Mother Hates Me
Dear Diary, My mother hates me. My very existence irritates her. My semblance to my dad haunts and humiliates her. My very being stings and
Understanding Depression: Common Treatments
Photo by Brooke Cagle on Unsplash Depression has been the talk of social, political and Health conferences. However, the rate of stigma and misdiagnosis of
