Inside the mind of an immigrant
People come to New York with dreamsI came with nightmares. Coming to America wasn't all smiles and laughter and all those other soft and mushy things. It was more of crying, breaking and a lot of fear wrapped in confusion. There were a lot of breakdowns, a lot of burning bridges for the second time. … Continue reading Moving to NYC
It was when I could not take it anymore I yanked my heart out of my chest and placed it in my palm. Why are you like this? I asked, trying to stay calm. You’ve put me through so much chaos my heart silently wailed and you ask me what is wrong you’re the one … Continue reading I quit
Because ever since I was young, I saw the discrimination between genders. I hail from a culture that aches for boys and frowns upon girls. When a daughter is born the news is tightly sealed, as if it is something to be embarrassed of, and when a boy is born sweets are distributed and laughter’s … Continue reading Why I wish I was born as a boy!
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
How can you possibly sayEverything's going to be okay?Little do you knowPieces of me are aching to let go. My mind is shattering, and here I amEscaping myself all over again. Pick me upLove me the sameEnd this hatredAnd this never-ending gameSave me from myselfErase this pain. InsecureMisunderstood DamagedRejectedOppressedWreckedNeglectedIgnoredNumbGuilty Or all of the above? (First … Continue reading Hidden messages
