“i don’t remember pie, i just remember pain.”
February 2021
abandon all hope, ye who enter here
i reasoned, “if i don’t die, i’m still in the same boat as before. but if i do, cool.”
my frumpy valentine
my best friend would later say it was very beyoncé of me, which made it sound way cooler than it was. i didn’t feel like beyoncé.
ode to kai
losing my dad had always been my biggest fear growing up, and no amount of years could have prepared me for it, though i never thought it would be so soon.
growing up bi-racial in white public spaces
being biracial is its own realm of purgatory — you are never quite white enough to be white and never black enough to be black.