Inside the mind of an immigrant
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
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
Ever since I was young, I remember always being pushed back. I remember being behind the curtains and never on the front line. I remember being scared of love and affection. Everything was always about my cousins and how beautiful their drawings are, and how cute they look. That made me very insecure. I love … Continue reading Why I write
The worst kind of pain is the one where you can't express yourself. Where words transform into tears and your voice starts to crack. You feel that lump in your throat and it expands with every passing second. Where your heart is bleeding and you can't tell anyone. Where you have so many people around … Continue reading Understanding pain
"Tell me how you feel?"you ask me so calmly that I find my tongue slippingI open my mouthbut instead the tears start dripping. I want to tell you everything,but I'm afraid of this internal stormI shake my headbecause the words don't seem to form. I stare ahead wishingyou could look into my eyesand see all … Continue reading Refusing to quit the race