There’s something almost poetic about cutting the umbilical cord—except in my case, it wasn’t about birth or life. It was about...

That first line from the poem below almost feels too generous now. Because in truth, there wasn’t much of a false appeal at all—not with...

That line from the poem has echoed in my bones for as long as I can remember. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to become a liar. I was...

That’s how the poem begins, and it’s how so many of my past relationships and interactions have felt—both romantic and otherwise. The red...

There’s something hauntingly tender about that first line in the poem you'll read below. The kind of quiet question that floats through...

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about storytelling—not just as an art form, but as a form of survival. A tool for healing. A method of...

In the darkest of nights, you felt the pain The weight of words, the marks of shame But in the depths, your spirit soared Stronger than...

I have a wound in my soul… but I found healing in poetry. Have you ever heard the phrase, “The only way out is through”? It used to sound...

On this Fourth, where fireworks paint the sky I gather my courage and breathe a deep sigh A holiday meant for freedom and pride Yet...

In a world of darkness, a story unfolds Of a mother’s words, cruel and cold At 15, she discovered a painful truth A boyfriend’s age, a...

You think you’ve won—but just you wait I’m not your wound to decorate While you sit back and hope I fall I rise, relentless, through it...

I found her in the scroll of silence A warrior with a wounded past Unfiltered voice, no veil of shame She speaks, and storms collapse She...

I found you again Not in warmth, but in a borrowed address On a quiet street with kind strangers Who seem more afraid of me Than the man...

Let them talk In hushed-toned rooms where you’re not welcome Let them roll eyes you never asked to see Twist your truth like thread...

In the echoes of youth, I now confess A twisted path of hurt and mess Not out of malice, but out of need For love, for worth, for hearts...

You say you’re sorry, but you don’t mean it You say you love me, but you don’t show it You say you want me, but you don’t know me You say...

By day, I shine Chin high, feet firm A lion in sunlight Sure of my words Certain of my worth I post with fire My truth, my wound My laugh...

In a world so vast, I wander alone Surrounded by faces, but hollow to the bone They shower me with words, love professed Yet their...

As if the weight I carry weren’t enough The floor gave way beneath my feet Truth like bile in the back of my throat Heaving, sick, unable...

I wandered through fluorescent aisles Half-lost in thought, half-searching Left my state, left my mind Chasing a piece of paper stamped...