sometimes i want to step out of my skin
& sleep forever in that silver pot
as if i were those bones you boil each day
hovering over the kitchen stove
cheeks flushed with early morning
I don’t like Taylor Swift.
The thing about being the only woman of color in the room is that sometimes I forget that this is not how it has to be.
I am a dancer.
The steady melody of the flute holds hands and dances with the consistent beat of the bassoon as they traverse across the canvas of several continent
Each note speaks for a different culture
A different people
A different tongue
“Sweet talk to me, babe
When Rupi Kaur’s “Milk and Honey” was first published, it sent the literary world into an uproar.
On Tuesday, La Casa — the Latinx Umbrella organization on campus — and SAFE — Students Allied for Freedom and Equality — collaborated to conduct a “Border Protest Blackout” on the Diag to protest unfair border policies in both Palestine and Mexico.
Like a lioness
Shielding her cub
With the length
Of her limb,
I shield them
Who has the right to say the word nigger?
Not nigga, with an a, but nigger. Hard r.