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 want to hurt you. Stab you in the back, but I can't do that without piercing the sword through my own chest first. I can't make you bleed without causing a rupture in my own heart. How can I hurt you when your wounds cause me pain? I want to bring storms, cause earthquakes … Continue reading I want to hurt you
