I was in my bed, and something jolted me awake. There was a glaring white light coming from the window outside. It wasn’t moonlight… — I was in my bed, and something jolted me awake. A glaring white light invaded the window sill. It wasn’t moonlight. Somehow it still felt like nighttime. I couldn’t move. Every time I tried to get up, an invisible force would push me down. There was music playing. Or was…

She walks towards the communal restroom with her hands fully occupied. Her body is a coat rack — her hands are full, shower caddy in the… — She walks towards the communal women’s restroom with her hands fully occupied. Her body is a coat rack — her hands are full, shower caddy in the left, change of clothes on the right. Towel wrapped around her neck. …

Rest In Peace to your rotting body — Rest In Peace to your rotting body The one that hasn’t touched the ground That’s carefully placed on display In a home that is not home Rest In Peace to the pounds of ashes Goodbye to the 60s linen and lace The rosary enclosed in your tight embrace The heart so cold it never saw my face Rest In Peace to the newborn demon Haunting my dreams with words unspoken Waking me up with cries so loud

We think we understand but so many times it — The 18th of January We think we understand but so many times it comes back — As a nightmare or a shadow in the corner of the room just waiting for its moment to slither and slide and slip into a paper cut of vulnerability during the hours of the…

How many identities are we forced to grow in to before we recognize which of them is really “us”? Or, a better option, because humans are… — How many identities are we forced to grow in to before we recognize which of them is really “us”? Or, a better option, because humans are capable of duality in identities, we have two voices in our heads telling us what to do and what to feel at any given time. Thus creating a version of ourselves that we eventually grow into and become comfortable with.

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At twenty years old I am still afraid of the dark. Last night it was seducing me. Invited me into it’s depths and captured my sense of… — At twenty years old I am still afraid of the dark. Last night it was seducing me. Invited me into it’s depths and captured my sense of safety. Last night it took me. I was sent into a non reality where I couldn’t move, scream, or wake up. This meant fear. The very last moment where you’re holding your breath underwater and can’t take it anymore, so you swim up to the surface — but you can’t find it. A state of panic. Flailing, fears stored in your head have activated and are willing participants of the demons pulling you down into the darkness. They envelope you, and you become trapped.

“The most disrespected woman in America is the Black woman. The most un-protected person in America is the Black woman. The most neglected… — “The most disrespected woman in America is the Black woman. The most un-protected person in America is the Black woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black woman” — Malcolm X During my brief period in Montessori school in Eagle Rock, California, I befriended a group of white…

It was a month earlier. She didn’t know what she had to do tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after. But in that moment she danced, and… — It was a month earlier. She didn’t know what she had to do tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after. But in that moment she danced, and swayed, and closed her eyes, surrounded by high, horny, sweaty bodies. She halfheartedly listened to the ear splitting music, the meaningless beat drops. She inhaled and exhaled the joint of sativa, and she didn’t care about a thing in the world.