I was not born. I was assigned. Handed a role before I could speak. Before I even knew what freedom meant. First-born daughter. A title that sounds ...Read more

My mind is a battlefield, Not of guns and grenades, But of whispers and wars. Holy and haunting. I overthink. And then I overthink about overthinkin...Read more

I’ve never been the girl to say too much, But with you... even all the words in the world don’t feel enough. I stumble on syllables trying to descri...Read more