Inside the mind of an immigrant
Let’s play with fire and broken glass let’s get a little crazy and burn down our paths let’s scorch our journeys and let this anger erupt let’s ignite our dreams because deep inside we’re all a little fucked. Beautifully ruined Poetry book: Curing My Venom
You tell me the world is vicious daddy because you've looked it in the eye but it's my turn now so won't you let me fly. You tell me there are storms out there that I won't be able to bear but you've molded me with your own hands then why do you have this … Continue reading A daughter’s message
"You wouldn't feel anything. Isn't feeling nothing better than feeling pain and anguish." "You don’t have to put up with any of this.” “Why don’t you just let it end?” These thoughts are silent, but sometimes they whisper, and that whisper gets so loud that an echo forms in my brain and I repeat those … Continue reading The monsters in my head
My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, … Continue reading Daughter of a New York Taxi driver
More than dying I was afraid of living Afraid of being something afraid of not being something afraid of loving afraid of being loved afraid of hurting afraid of breaking afraid of accepting afraid of rejecting afraid of falling afraid of flying afraid of being afraid of not being afraid of forgetting afraid of remembering … Continue reading Trapped in Between