“Violence! The violence of the weak. A significant thing: it is not the head of a civilization that begins to rot first. It is the heart.” - Aimé Césaire

The Holiday season brings forth joyous celebration, familiar feelings of warmth and comfort, and a slightly colossal deficit to your bank account...

The objects presented range from literal to symbolic, general to specific, with each having much larger stories than presented with such a simple prompt. 

They call me a banana: yellow on the outside but white on the inside. I take offense. I am the great North American Twinkie™ thank you very much.

asian-american / they call us the model minority / rooted in white supremacy / categorizing our success / perceiving our skills as stereotypes / our voices and identities suppressed

my middle name is kind of like my little secret. many people don’t even know it exists and usually back off when i refuse to let it be known.

an astronaut drifts, tetherless, through the void of space / consumed by a sickening hunger for starlight & the touch of your hands.

the blue behind your eye is the kind of sadness where with one glance, i can see past your eyes just like watching the white clouds idly pass by...

Yesterday when my dad grabbed me by My body and handed me to my mom, they threw me Out onto the sidewalk to give their energy to Precious orchids that laid around their house.