TW: Death, Trauma, Domestic and White Terrorism, Mass Shooting. Death is not a friend of mine But is more like an acquaintance Although I...

I see my brown skin that identifies my race. I see my dark hair that I run my fingers through when I’m daydreaming. I see my upturned...

A satirical piece about how the Western cosmetics industry and Eurocentric beauty standards frequently market any possible feature as...

Last year, I made the decision to stop using skincare products for whitening purposes. After a couple of months, my complexion grew the...

I used to believe that fortune cookies were magical.

When you were younger, you used to pick at the flesh surrounding your fingernails until you wounded yourself because it gave your hands...

I wish I could say what was hidden behind the view The view of perfectly cut lawns and cookie cutter houses Behind the nice landscaped...

The intersectionality between woman and girl I could say that I am a woman now, Although the neighbors still call me “girl.” What marks...

i am falling and i am lying broken on the shore like a ship dashed on the rocks, like a fairy who lost their wings mid-flight i am...

Dear Asian Youth, Why do you write like you’re running out of time? — Lin-Manuel Miranda The clock’s hands mean nothing and that pile of...

Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts Wesley wanted to scream. His parents were fighting again. Last week, it was about not cleaning the...

in dreams i stand barefoot, soul bearing bear the brief bittersweet baring teeth, bare back against the earth bear its weight on my back...