They call it protection but it feels like a cage with polite words, like hands on my shoulders pushing me back into a life that never asked who I am. ...Read more
There are words waiting at the back of my throat, fragile things with shaking hands and broken breath, but I keep swallowing them whole. Not because ...Read more
I move through days like a guest in places I’m supposed to belong. At school, I sit in chairs that never feel like mine, surrounded by voices that pa...Read more
They heard my poems and imagined her — someone with gentle hands, a name that sounded like petals. They thought love in my voice must belong to a gir...Read more
She was a beautiful almost, the kind that stays in your throat long after her name is gone. I had her in the quiet moments— in the way her hand brush...Read more
that night was never planned, just a sudden yes, not one of our usual ones. church first, then a concert— simple things that somehow turned into a me...Read more
I held the page with quiet dread, Its marks replaying in my head. I gave the hours, I gave the night, Yet still I stumble from the fight. No voice co...Read more
There’s a place I’ve been dreaming of, where no one keeps the score, where peace comes in the silence and we’re not asked for more. Where even our qu...Read more
And suddenly, night folds itself around me, a silence so sharp it cuts through my chest. I do not wish for another tomorrow— its promise feels like a ...Read more