My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, … Continue reading Daughter of a New York Taxi driver
Anxiety is a joke. If there is one thing, I hate talking about the most in this world that’s anxiety. Talking about anxiety gives me anxiety. Sometimes it bubbles inside and morphs into depression. Both are equally terrifying. I’d rather stare at a wall for hours then tell someone what’s going on in my head. … Continue reading Anxiety is a joke
Because ever since I was young, I saw the discrimination between genders. I hail from a culture that aches for boys and frowns upon girls. When a daughter is born the news is tightly sealed, as if it is something to be embarrassed of, and when a boy is born sweets are distributed and laughter’s … Continue reading Why I wish I was born as a boy!
More than dying I was afraid of living Afraid of being something afraid of not being something afraid of loving afraid of being loved afraid of hurting afraid of breaking afraid of accepting afraid of rejecting afraid of falling afraid of flying afraid of being afraid of not being afraid of forgetting afraid of remembering … Continue reading Trapped in Between
How can you possibly sayEverything's going to be okay?Little do you knowPieces of me are aching to let go. My mind is shattering, and here I amEscaping myself all over again. Pick me upLove me the sameEnd this hatredAnd this never-ending gameSave me from myselfErase this pain. InsecureMisunderstood DamagedRejectedOppressedWreckedNeglectedIgnoredNumbGuilty Or all of the above? (First … Continue reading Hidden messages