Lost Perfection

Nobody is an island Exhume the pin before you mask the pain your heart carries For people Being themselves Flowering…

My Effeminacy

​ “Although you look like a girl,” My mother averred, after she watched road walkers laugh at me on my…

Bye, 2016: reminisce

​ A teardrop could fill an ocean if I began to cry. If I began to list out my encounter,…