Dissociation of a Writer 2

I can’t experience life. My grandma passed away a year ago and although I cried, in the back of my head I couldn’t stop thinking about how these emotions I was experiencing would make a good poem one day. My boyfriend was having a very serious conversation and I wasn’t paying attention because I liked […]

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Dissociation of a Writer

Often times when I find myself crying after a horrible break up or a reminder of something sad, there is a little voice in the back of my head telling me to be observant, live it out, experience the emotions, no matter how much I don’t want to because somewhere, somehow, I might be able […]

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Our History

We are born from water, made of stars.

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Paper Hearts

A stranger once gave me a paper heart on my way to class.

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Dear Reader

I hope one day your see yourself as beautiful.

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Questions

Is your daughter depressed? My mom’s friend asked her

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What Can I Do?

sitting, on my phone, reading instead of out in the world, speaking up.

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Privilege

 Written: 9/19/17 Published: 11/29/18 I used to be jealous of the girls that got ‘knocked-up’ in their teens. I used to want to be the one who struggled through life yet barely got above their parent’s income.   I used to wish That I was homeless, poor, black, or uneducated. I used to yearn for […]

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