an open letter to the colour of my skin
Dear Black Son. Your skin is frightening, do you even deserve to live? Black lives matter
An empty soul
I woke up to an empty soul Filled with unanswered prayers and unmet expectations A soul that slept hopeful but […]
The friend who never lived
I had a friend once, she was a short shy quiet girl, it didn’t seem like she had a lot […]
Christophobia
do you hate Christians to death? They did
