Something I can touch.

Assume all TRIGGER WARNINGs. I've been trying to write about such issues more often and I hope I do them justice. (secret: you might enjoy the poem more if you google the meaning of some of the names). Here you go: "When my father told me we were the gold pot at the end of the rainbow, I was only ten. He loved rainbows....."

Sevenfold

Till the day the world is a safe place to live in, I'll write about the reasons why it's not. While I do sugar-coat things very often to give people reasons to smile, I know that being raw is the only option to spread awareness. This post is about marital rape and justice.

A letter to you for a word/sentence.

To you, for every time a woman said no. I need you to listen. When I was ten, my mom thought it was important for me to learn two things - one, that tomatoes weren't vegetables and two, that 'no' is a sentence. Being a writer, I am going to give my memory a metaphorical reference for you to become a better human. Read this, become better and then find me. Okay? Here you go....