My eyes are steady now, my guiding light in this tunnel, shining the light on all the wrongs that could be should be must be
When it comes to you my friend, I have an unyielding fight in me, a forest fire—raging, no amount of rain can put out. I
The raucous laughter slips into the hallway, vibrates, echoes, pulsates out onto the road. It is our last hour together: this specific combination of personalities.
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
What you don’t see is that one inch needle I inject into the skin of my belly every Saturday: the counting to three, the self-talks
Being an activist means strategy is your friend, don’t mistake every opportunity to fight as the right fight, though every opportunity will make your blood
I am eight years old, sitting on the toilet, eyes squeezed just, pee dripping out–afraid. Afraid that if I pee too fast, my vagina will