Inside the mind of an immigrant
I curse at myself for being born a femalein a world that caters to men. Maybe if I had the “y” chromosome, things would be easierI wouldn’t have to fight for my voice to be heardover the roaring of a man’s. My words wouldn’t lose their meaning as soon as they slip out of my … Continue reading I curse myself
I didn’t know that even with so many words, I would lose my voicehow did I become so silent when loving you was a choice?I thought you’d help me heal, but the wound was so deepthat when I opened myself to you, I drowned deeper in this seaI didn’t know that loving you this much … Continue reading Love and the wound
Accepting that you are gone leaves a puncture in my chest the hole is so big that I start bleeding when the thought of you skims through my soul. Why did the earth have to be so cruel to me? Was I not kind? Did I not pray enough? I've become immune to the pain now … Continue reading Why did you have to leave?
https://videopress.com/v/wJ39qUm8?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I was nine or younger when a fourteen-year-old friend in my village was married off to a man much older than her. I was twelve or younger when that male relative said, “Wives are free slaves,” as we, the women, were setting up the table for the men to eat first. I was fifteen … Continue reading CURSE OF THE FEMALE
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 the ten-year-old boy
