I was born and grew up in a place of no longer—A place that only exists in memory. None of what constitutes my homeland is anymore. Was colonialism real? Did I live it? Where is the evidence? Sometimes, I feel like I was just a dream. I am the last colonial. European colonialism has erasedContinue reading “The last colonial.”
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I live. I heal.
There is something soothing about a blank sheet of paper. And here I am. I write. I live in a world that tells me my voice don’t matter. Yet, I persist. I speak. And I hear my words ring. I live in a world that tells me my feelings are too raw. Too much. TooContinue reading “I live. I heal.”
Return
Sunbeams gently shine through the white lace curtain from the glass door in the bedroom. With your head sticking out to see the morning sidewalks, I see your tan small body and fluffy curly tail. It must be around 6 o’clock. I barely fell back to sleep after my racing thoughts woke me up inContinue reading “Return”
