GriefPoem
meanwhile
I keep knocking on the future like it's a door I've been invited to, but no one ever answers. A poem about waiting, wanting, and the quiet understanding that hope is not the same as permission.
Essays & Poems
Reflections on politics, identity, and grief. The things that shape the stories and the storyteller.
Politics
On Being Known and Still Abandoned
The world does not intervene because something is immoral. It intervenes when it is profitable, strategic, or politically survivable. On pattern recognition, conditional protection, and why survival has never depended on outside rescue.
PoliticsPoem
New Clothes with Olde Bones
The wheel turns, quiet as habit. The costumes change, new colors, new slogans, old hands inside the sleeves. A poem about cycles, progress, and what the bones remember.
Politics
Framing Things Towards Life
When everything is framed around what we are against, the harm stays at the center of the conversation. What happens when the focus shifts to what we're trying to make possible?
Politics
We've Been Here Before
A reflection on the recurring patterns of immigration enforcement and family separation. The cyclical nature of policies that harm, and the exhaustion of watching history repeat.
Identity
Grief and Courage Sitting Next to Each Other
There's a quiet kind of fear that doesn't scream or shout. It just whispers, 'Don't show them that part of you.' On stepping into your truth when it feels like grief and courage sitting side by side.
Identity
A Letter to Myself (and Anyone Who Needs It)
You've spent years trying to understand who you are. Quietly, constantly, and often without a clear guide. On identity, being Autistic, and finally standing in the truth of it.
Identity
The Truth About My 'Tone'
For as long as I can remember, I've been told that my tone is 'off.' Too blunt. Too cold. Too serious. On being Autistic and done apologizing for how I sound.
Identity
Love, When It Doesn't Feel Like Love
People talk about love like it's this universal, simple thing. But for me? Love has never been that easy to define. On loving in verbs, not just feelings.
Grief
Dear Me
You've gaslit your own heart. You told it to stop needing what it needs. A letter about fear, belonging, and the exhaustion of performing for permanence.
Grief
Pieces
You can be in pieces and still be whole in your humanity. You can be shattered and still sacred. We don't have to glue it all back together right now.
Grief
Let Pain Be Your Teacher
Let pain be your teacher because nothing else was honest enough. On what pain teaches about boundaries, self-betrayal, and when to finally graduate from the classroom.
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