My Name
In Liberia, it is expected that a woman carries her husband’s last name and if you do not, you are considered to be unruly or insubordinate. So what would become of a woman like me who loved the name her dad had given her? Continue Reading
In Liberia, it is expected that a woman carries her husband’s last name and if you do not, you are considered to be unruly or insubordinate. So what would become of a woman like me who loved the name her dad had given her? Continue Reading
so,
i never stop plastering my thoughts & emotions on a sheet;
i write to set myself loose from drowning,
for the sheet always hugs my pain. Continue Reading
We love to pretend that we stood tall like Goliath was in fights, forgetting to allow the world to understand that there were bullets and swords strokes received. Continue Reading
A fun fact: my generation has the worst definition of truth but that’s okay.
We are learning how to turn “I am doing good” into “the pain cracks my bones so hard, I can’t breathe,”
It’s a process and we’ll get there. Continue Reading
Rescue was gone,
Vision became blurry,
Waited for dawn,
Yet, the cloud was always gloomy. Continue Reading
Love is easy and people are difficult. The complexity of human nature will sabotage our own happiness and restrict the flow of love in our lives, to what extent love is given and received. To love is to be vulnerable, which can mean being bare, breaking down the walls we’ve built over the years to protect our hearts. Continue Reading