This month has been quite magical indeed. I've time traveled to Sierra Leone circa 1993 and witnessed the brutal civil war first hand. I've had childhood cancer and reconstructed surgery that left me with a scar that could burden a generation. I've been homeless and forced to sell crack in order to … Continue reading My Magical Month of Memoirs
We loved Cartoon Network, playgrounds, and hide and go seek Cool aid smiles, jumping rope, giggles, and Mr. frosty These are the things that kept us happy And although our streets would sometimes reek of drugs and feces To care, we were too young. To notice, we were too naïve. Oblivious we were … Continue reading All we wanted to do was play. . .
Physical pain is almost a luxury, compared to its emotional counterpart. I cut I bawl my hand into a fist. I put a blade to my wrist And I cut, and I cut until the pain does not exist I mutilate until self-hate escapes from my eyes And I cut for torturous … Continue reading I cut.
First of all, we never really got along. I mean, we have absolutely nothing in common. I’m more of an introvert and he’s…well he’s unquestionably the most extroverted, narcissistic, self-absorbed, bi polar, pompous, asshole I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. But, I’m optimistic so I gave him a try. Everything seemed perfect … Continue reading Breaking Up with Instagram (sorta): Our toxic relationship. . .
Hey Little Miss Sunshine can you come and shine so bright over here? I was just wondering if you had some light that you could spare Because I’m so cold and I’m so lost and I’m afraid I can’t go on So Little Miss Sunshine can you come and keep me warm? Although … Continue reading Hey Little Miss Sunshine: Poem
Slowly, she uses a damp towel to wipe the flowing blood from her thighs, her cries were ignored by a mother in denial and a sister who only days ago wore the same blood-stained pain. Her eyes are dry, for tears no longer kissed her cheeks, and bravery does not live nor speak for … Continue reading Lifeless
I’m currently standing on a proverbial cliff ready to jump to freedom. Like I’m so over this. I’m over all this shit. Adulthood sucks so much that I want to go back to my childhood and slap myself for ever wishing for this mess. What is this numbing feeling that is trying to take … Continue reading Where is Elle? Contemplating Life