Inside the mind of an immigrant
I come from a culture and an upbringing where it's always you before me. Where it's always them before I. Where you have to sacrifice your mental health for those around you. And if you do all this you’re highly appreciated. You’re a saint. This culture isn't toxic, but it tastes like acid when the … Continue reading Self-love in a toxic culture
This imperfect body of yoursis nothing morethan just a host for your soulthere is an unseen beautydripping from withinso take the brush of self-loveand paint it all over your skinbecause you are the comfort of heavenand the ease of Edenin you lies a garden of solaceyou may not be the prettyyou’ve always craved to bebecause … Continue reading My doubts
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…
If you know I see dreams higher
than the sapphire alluring sky,
then why do you dig my grave
in your atrocious mind.