I carry a universe in my body

I carry a universe in my body…
The waves of my hair remind me of the sea–
wild and untamed.
The color of my skin is the color of soil
And my legs and arms are branches
yielding fruits of labor
from where I’ve been
to the lives I’ve hopefully touched.

I carry a universe in my body…
hidden beneath insecurities
and suppressed by lies of the world
saying “your hair should be straight
to be beautiful,
your skin should be white
and your arms and legs should be
a certain length”

But no! I carry a universe in my body!
My hair can be wavy and still be beautiful
My skin brown and just as praiseworthy
as the white-skinned
and my arms and legs maybe short
but they’re just as gorgeous!

I carry a universe in my body
I’ll go on again and again
to remind myself that,
just as I am, I am lovely!


The seven deadly sins

when i look at her and hoped it was me you loved…

when i channelled my pain to food…

when i imagined you and me together…

when i was in denial of falling for you…

but the truth is, i want you all for myself…

when i wasted lots of hours thinking of you…

when i wanted you to feel my pain…

I’m going to hell for all of the above.

if I could paint love

if I could paint love,

it looks like this:

singing you a lullaby when you can’t sleep;

waking up every morning to see what you are up to;

embracing all your imperfections;

cancelling plans to encourage your dreams;

and just being there, like the wind, that pushes you to fly…

(A mother’s love is the most beautiful love there is. Simple, yet strong.)

* * *


I heard him stepping out and slipping in,
the bloody ghost of my past…
intruding my life over and over again
and I feel used,




I heard him stepping out and slipping in,
laying down his burdens on my shoulder
as if I am a bin meant for the trash
but I felt lighter

when at last…

this time he listens to my plea…
to let me NOT live in his shadow
and create my own footsteps!