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We, too, the People
We the people – or so they said.But they never meant me.Not the skin that carries centuries,not the pronouns they refuse to see,not the heartbeat born from resistance.They wrote freedom on parchmentwhile chaining our ancestors in fields.They shouted libertywhile justice bled out in the streets.And still…we showed up.Still…we dreamed bigger than the laws allowed.We, too,…
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The Autumn Article
September always feels like a reset – the air shifts, routines change, and there’s this possibility that lingers in the season. For me, my first edition is about reflecting on what’s happened and happening around us, from politics shaping our future to the cultural moments that define our now. It’s also about grounding myself in…
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Stay.
Stay.When the night presses heavyand the whispers of surrender claw at your mind,stay.Stay, for the world still humswith hidden melodies you have yet to hear,with sunlight you almost forgot existed,with moments that will make your chest achein ways only living can teach.Stay, not because pain will vanish,but because you are strongerthan the darkness that tried…
they, them, and then some 