LITERARY PORTFOLIO
Some traditions aren’t worth celebrating when they don’t reflect a nation’s real values. The stars twinkling on our flag as it dances to the National Anthem don’t exactly parallel to the screams of teargas victims bursting in air. But, If I were being completely honest, at a point in my life I could care less what happened to “my people.”
The first time it happened was an accident. I was about seven. My mom had just scolded me about something and I stormed to my room. I think it was a Sunday because the iron was still plugged up and rested on the ironing board. I remember crying as I watched the other kids playing outside. I left my window and went to the iron...
Love is not poetic, lyrical greatness
pouring out of the head.
Its singing sour notes of our favorite songs
and beginning our sentences together
without the need to finish the thought.
Love is not wind that ripples through your clothes.
It’s the cold water tagging our bodies one warm
afternoon at the park spent washing troubles away.
George wrote letters to his mom.
How?
When only blood was in his eyes,
a bomb of punches from the
"Black" fist of power-
only a white hand in the shadows.
An unfortunate accident leaves Cast in a coma. While there, he meets his deceased mother. A slur of emotions lead to Cast's hardest decision ever: Die, and be with his mother or live and return to his fiancé.
Disillusion.
It’s simple, really. I manipulate her mind, placing her in different scenarios until she can’t tell the difference from what’s real and what’s not. Soon she’ll lose memory of her daughters, your face, and herself all together.
Every day I pierce my hands in vain for a man who is as low as I am. Only, he has freedom. Chains aren’t his birthright, but they have burdened me and my family since we were made in your image. God, why did You—and I don’t mean to question your power—but why did You place me in this darkness?
Maybe our souls will unite in the afterlife, I pondered. For now, they are the ones with the stars.
“Attention everyone, this is your pilot speaking.” His voice silences the commotion. "Please remain calm,” he says this as if trying to convince himself.
“May God be with us."
He died. It’s that simple. Here, only a moment in time it seems, them swept away with
the slew of trash on the kitchen floor. Sam had put up a good fight, but he was no match for Suzie's jagged teeth.
