Inside the mind of an immigrant
Anxiety is that odd feeling that grabs you by the throat and suffocates you to the point where you wheeze for air. No matter how hard you inhale you can’t seem to get anything inside of your lungs. It’s a feeling that constantly makes you worry. It nibbles on your insecurities and makes you lose … Continue reading When anxiety changes into depression
I’m doubting myself again and I don’t know what to do do I give up or do I pull myself through? But the days are getting darker and I don’t see the light what’s the point of this crusade when I can’t even fight? The journey seems too long and the mountains are too high … Continue reading Why you held on for so long…
Immigrants are animals! Okay! Thank you for that Mr. Trump but can you be a little more specific, like what type of animals? I prefer being a tiger, or maybe a falcon. An eagle will do. Just out of curiosity what type of immigrant is your wife? Oh, wait you meant illegal immigrants. Okay! Interesting. … Continue reading Immigrants are animals!
I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading POETRY: The blast and the little boy…
I'm anti-social. Sometimes. Depending on the people and the circumstance and the time and space and the atmosphere. I'm semi anti-social or partial anti-social. Or maybe 3/4th anti-social. Or maybe 1/4th anti-social. But the point is that I'm anti-social regardless of how non-anti-social I want to be. I get nervous around people I'm not used … Continue reading Being Anti-social
