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
I Cannot Forget It
You never loved me enough. You took my innocent love for granted. I gave you my best— Waking early, hustling for us, Even while heavily
The Quietest Crime
It began in a room, Where the walls adorned my drawings, Where my Legos lay scattered, Where the air should have smelled of childhood, Not
My Mother’s Eyes
Her eyes were the first thing I learned to fear, Not her words, not her hands—just her eyes. Her eyes were oceans— Not of warmth,
The Allure Of The Loved
I have borne witness, To the boundless warmth, The immeasurable spark, The seductive charm, Of those that are adored. By adored, I mean this; Your
Of Shattered Foundations
A deep fault line appeared, A crack running through the heart of our home. Day by day, I saw it widen. The unspoken words, scattered
The Hurt That Lasted
Every day in my home, A new face would show, Hand in hand with my mother, They’d walk down the hall, and go. I’d wonder,
Rough Around The Edges
I suppose I am a bit of a porcupine; I am made of sharp edges, I am not the genteel damsel people assume; Venom is
Paper Birds
They told me heaven took you home, But left no map to where you’d gone. The echoes of your voice remained, The way you laughed,
Two Kinds of Thieves
A boy who stole Garri to quench his pain, Met the wrath of sticks and flame. Mobbed, maimed and left to die, While cheers rose
