"So my art starts from the personal, but I always have broader aims in mind. I want my art to be for all kinds of women. I also want it to be for all kinds of men, with the hope that it will help them understand why women’s empowerment and equality for women matter."Read More
It never mattered that his family was from Trinidad, only that he was brown.
It never mattered that he never attended mosque, only that he didn’t eat pork.Read More
People scream around me but
I do not hear them
Dust and rubble fall, I do not feel it
My heart drops from my chest, gone
You’d better throw dreams, whims and words
To the sky, he’s feeling poor
So he’ll end up collapsing on us...
Rules made for her her own protection and judgement provided for her own good
Then Independence and Individuality became none other than disconcertion
Someone was following me. A shiver ripped violently up my spine as I continued to walked down the sidewalk that I could barely see in front of me. I heard no footsteps. Only the quiet rush of air of someone walking behind me, as swiftly as I was. But as soon as I ceased to walk, stopping suddenly on the pavement, all was silent. I was only a few blocks away from reaching my home, but it was dark and cold and all the lights in the houses around me were beginning to dim as it became later. The only source of light I had to guide me back home were the old lamp posts that stood high above me every hundred feet, and the sliver of full moon that I could see above me, the rest hidden by undulating storm clouds.Read More
It was a quiet evening.
We were at his house.
It’s my fault isn’t it?
I lay quietly and content in his arms.
His hands gently rubbed my back.Read More