Two kids were running ahead of me. One was a pretty girl, with beautiful eyes and a curly ponytail. The other was a boy, happy and smiling, his eyes filled with special energy.
Category: Essays and Prose
Love in the time of..
In muddy colors and broken smiles, love is all around us.Continue reading
The Warrior Song.
To every woman (biological/identifies as) – I dedicate this poem to you. Keeping being loud, assertive and 100% amazing. Remember – you’re a fierce queen, born to rule your little world. Don’t let anyone take your crown away. Ever.Continue reading
Oh Amma! Let me cry.
Shh..shh..don’t cry, baby girl. I’m here, darling. I’m right here.
I stop bawling and blink at your face. The world is blurry; the air leaching any semblance of warmth from my body . A thousand sounds ring, clank and beep around me. I smell you and burrow into your chest. You are familiar. You are my home.
Oh Amma, let me cry.
My Valentine
In the thirty-odd years since I blinked into existence, like most women, I’ve struggled with self-love and self-esteem.
“You’re not good enough.”
“Such a plain Jane. You should be skinnier,”
“Hotheaded and unpredictable.”
“Your boobs are average, on their best day.”
“Don’t answer that phone call, remember you have social anxiety!”
