2025 is five years since my mother died. This letter is something I wrote to her when I was just entering adulthood and I felt it appropriate to share it on her birthday which was on the 5th of April. I miss my mother ev...

This poem is one of my earlier works in 2020. It was the year my mother died and it speaks about the day we went to pick up her ashes at the funeral home. It was probably one of the hardest days of my life. I remember it clear...

Blood on my hands tells a story of a little girl who went through an excruciating and life-altering experience by the hands of her stepfather. It tells the story of how victims always blame themselves and how the scars linger, years af...

I wanted to share this piece as part of the 16 Days of Activism against violence against women and children but I missed my deadline. That being said, its still relevant. This piece speaks about the physical touch of a man on ...

So this poem is very special to me. I wrote it for my husband J.Fray years ago and it has come full circle featuring on his debut album Rhythmic Reso...