My Journey
From Brooklyn, NY to Southeast Asia
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Tears
Why do you ask if you don’t want to know? How can I answer when no one is listening? I hide in plain sight. Everyone can see. Stop it. Grow up. I wish that I can. I try. Over and over, and over again. I’m fifteen, and for the first time, I get to cry… Continue reading
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Rise and Shine
I stood in the stairwell of my school, shouting. My mom, next to me, exasperated and at her wits end from this daily event, pleading with me to just go inside. I was late. I was not going to go in. She was late. Her kindergarten class was waiting for her downstairs. I’d scream, cry, Continue reading
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Welcome to pre-1A
I don’t know if it was a few days, a week, or a month. But I very quickly learned that I was going to be alone. I became stuck. And I couldn’t get out. I wonder, had someone stepped in to help me back then, would my life have gone very differently? But no one… Continue reading
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Just Start
I wrote my first poem as a first grader. It was terrible. Everybody loved it. I loved it too. Finally, a thing I was good at. My first poems were full of happy little rhymes, carefully constructed sentences, and complete nonsense. I wrote what I thought a poem was supposed to be. Continue reading
I can I know 