Ascending

Ascending

"babygirl with the tight braids,we both know the truth, the reason why you cry when you pray. lost in the cosmic wonder of eternity,how does it feel to be brought before the almighty? how does it feel to be on the center stage,with the audience neither clapping nor booing? a stillness... an awareness.i want to [...]

the story of the moon

the story of the moon

"i’ve never felt so alone underneath the summer sun. sweltering under his gaze, i can only pray that he will make me forget–even if it for one day. but the moon never forgets–she seems to carry my sins stitched in her starry clock. how many times has she come to collect at my bedroom window?"

High expectations

High expectations

I ask too much from peoplewho don’t know to love themselves.It all starts with a request: mutual respect.I erect my boundaries,I pray they stand against the moon and tide,I know it won’t last—nothing human madewill every last underneath the might of God. But still, I wish, I pray, I daydream of better daysfilled with fields [...]

Debt-Collector

Debt-Collector

debt- collector, debt- collector. She goes by many names but  I simply call her mom. Rent is due, and she's banging on my door, screaming  that I can't live for free. It's not fair, she says. That the life she carved out for me is weighed down by dues and debts. The universe between my [...]