Fold up your sorrow, tuck it neatly away, let it live behind yesterday’s loves and their bruised and bloodied hearts. So when you look in the mirror, his promises and desires blooming on your flesh, you won’t remember that this too shall pass.  

It was a hot, sunny in the 5th grade but I was wearing a long sleeve shirt because it was my favorite. It was printed with the phrase “It’s so wrong, it’s right”, which honestly still doesn’t make sense to me and actually brings up fairly advanced questions of morals and ethics but I was…

The next time someone says says, “act like a lady” tell them you are a warrior, you have been fighting since the day you were born and your body is a battlefield. Tell them you carry the weight of eyes as you walk down the street, but you are not here to be conquered, you…

It’s okay to be alone, it’s okay to be lonely. I learned most about myself in hours of silence rather than than in a crowded room. Compassion and empathy for your fellow human are the most important qualities to have. Art can save you. There is a difference between having time and making time. Remember…

Lift back my skin and muscles, peel me like the orange you ate on Chinese New Year, this is a beginning too. 20,000 breaths, 100,000 heartbeats are not the rhythms that make this vessel hum oh there is so much more to see. Slice me vermillion under a dying sun, make me mirror the sky.…

I like to picture you first thing in the morning, bleary eyed and messy haired. You’d make yourself a cup of coffee, the sun outlining you in gold. I’d sit on the counter and we wouldn’t talk for a while because we understand that there better things to be shared in the silence. I like…

Dear slut-shamers, Women are incredibly complex, fascinating, beautiful humans. But for some reason, the world insists on commodifying them, on making the private choices of women an open debate. You’ll hear it from your mother, your well meaning best friend, even the boy who texted you at 12:47 am last night. You’ll hear it from…

I wonder what turns men into beasts. Have they forgotten the first home they had was a woman?

There are a lot of words I’d use to describe myself. Short. Dark haired. Smart. Quirky. Loud. But there’s one word I’ve never used to describe myself, out loud that is, I’ve said it plenty of times in my head. And I think it’s time I said it, or rather, wrote it. My name is…

It’s just past midnight and you’re calling me to tell me that he broke your heart and I can hear your unsung sadness, your in-between-the-lines loneliness. And when you call me to tell me that he broke your heart, this is what I’ll say: Your left lung is a little smaller than your right lung,…