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Continue reading →: Power Hungry
I don’t want people to Dance to my tune I don’t want anyone to Bring me the moon I don’t want them to Butter me up I don’t want anyone to Do my job That’s why You think you are riding me Like your slave horse You think your power…
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Continue reading →: Why we cannot be friendsYour friendship isSharing lunch at the office tableTalking about weatherand occasionallygoing to groceries and movies togetherYour friendship iswhen you agree at the meetingssometimes gossip at the teaShare work responsibilitiesand sometimes howBrilliant your chemistry isYour friendship ismaking silly snarky commentssaying how goodyour friendship isyet feeling a hollowand something amissMy friendship issharing…
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Continue reading →: The art of being a womanLet’s conceal the blemishes Let’s correct the color Let’s erase the pores Let’s cover the texture Let’s shine the nose Let’s highlight the eyes Let’s fill the brow Let’s shape the bones Let’s color the cheeks That’s an art That’s all we need to do Let’s not be outspoken Let’s…
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Continue reading →: Broken- Part 2A month passed since that fateful day, and Sarah was now living with her cousins. She doesn’t quite remember what happened in the aftermath, but she sometimes hallucinates, which started the night of the incident. Kev slept in their room that night because his father was taken by police for…
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Continue reading →: Broken- Part 1“Am I Broken”, thought Sarah. She often felt lonely and miserable. She found friendship in almost everyone and nobody at the same time. People were complex, but for her everything was black or white, right or wrong. And, once her trust was broken, she would become silent, and you would…
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Continue reading →: I am busyI look around. Everyone in on their phone. The view is good outside but no one looks up. My phone should be somewhere inside my bag. I do not feel like taking it out. I continue staring out through the train window. There are so many things to see. Rivers,…
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Continue reading →: From Royalls to Academia: The Cycle of Power AbuseThere is always something we can learn from the past. We can learn the art of mastering a healthy living, or we can learn from or identify the mistakes our ancestors made. A recent visit to the Royall house and slave quarters in Massachusetts, made me question-have we changed our…
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Continue reading →: A SOUP MADE OF LOVEI really don’t remember how I came to like this pungent soup that my mom makes, but I know it has always been my favorite. It isn’t just a soup but a medicine. A medicine for an upset stomach or a beaten soul. The recipe is a mix of a…
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Continue reading →: UprootedI wake up with my heart racing. It was just a dream, but it felt real. I look at the clock, and it is just 3am. I have three more hours before my day starts. I get up and wash my face. That was not just a dream, it must…
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Continue reading →: I won’t steal, I promiseIt was a weekend, and I was coming back from the lab, after wrapping up a week-long experiment. I took the subway and sat at the priority seating, as it was empty, and I didn’t have the energy to take any more steps. Two stations later, a couple with a…
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