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  • The Battle of the Makeup Brush Against Domestic Violence

    The Battle of the Makeup Brush Against Domestic Violence

    Luminous red lipstick, flattering foundation, and bold brows. If only they could conceal the abuse, pain, and distress. Sexual violence, domestic abuse, and human trafficking are unfortunately very common in many parts of the world. What makes it worse is that it is not considered a criminal act in some areas, one of which is Read more

  • Chained to the demon

    Chained to the demon

    A storm is brewing, conjuring a perpetual state of mourning which shows no sign of waning — something inside of me is rotten. The desolate core has expired and yet eludes understanding. Symptoms of tears appear in excess, gentle and lukewarm pearls they may appear, but remain futile — staining the glass skin and illuminating Read more

  • The Calm After The Storm

    The Calm After The Storm

    I have anxiety, probably as a result of experiences that will haunt me forever. At times, I still have panic attacks — moments where I feel like I can’t breathe, it’s getting hot, and I’m overthinking but can’t think at the same time. For a long time, I didn’t know how to get past these moments, Read more

  • Never Again: A Movement By The Youth, For The Youth

    Never Again: A Movement By The Youth, For The Youth

    A year ago, students from the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School hid under their desks and inside closets, terrified for their lives. A year ago, 17 innocent lives were lost in a school shooting. That day was beyond devastating. I remember how afraid I felt, because I thought: that could have been my school. Today needs Read more

  • First They Came For…

    First They Came For…

    Below is a modern play on Martin Niemöller’s “First They Came For The Socialists” from the view of a white American citizen, and following that is a story from the same perspective. “First they came for the Blacks, and I did not speak out — because I am not black. Then they came for the Read more

  • I Felt Fire

    I Felt Fire

    I felt fire that day Anger Frustration It was blistering I told myself that I wanted them to understand To open their ears But deep inside I wanted them to agree And then I realized I am wrong I can’t ask them to agree Because the same would not go for myself I can However Read more

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