Street lights

what happens when you look far away
into empty streets
where do your eyes take you
or do you feel blinded
by the street lights
staring at you

do they guide you
or it's a sign
you are lost
maybe you should turn back

but the lights behind went off
and it started to rain so
you keep walking
hoping to see
the end you
always imagined
but never happened

maybe there's no end
and you are gonna disappear
in the dark
drenched in the rain
or you'll find yourself
reappear

I reside in two places

Sometimes, I find myself in my hometown,

growing up with other kids,

trying to fight stigmas

I always believed I am here to change. 

Other times, I am in my new home, striving to create a new life

I forget I have to change

different things in this new place

I can let myself have some things

but others, I have to fight for

Growing up, I had to fight

for being a woman,

fight for other women

Suddenly I am in this chaos

where I have to fight for being colored

and speaking with an accent

Where did these boundaries come from?

Not sure if I am trying to find my place

Or a war just found me,

demanding attention

It is hard to get away from it

I am the same person

doing the same things I would

back home

Same old habits

Same old me

But now the home has multiple definitions

I am free in both places

It just took me a while

To find my place here

To find me again

Who was lost among the boundaries

that separate us based on our color, accents, and roots

My roots have grown me

into the person I am

My leaves have been searching for air 

it is fed

When I am sought after 

for the person I am

Rather than the differences

Blending into one giant tree

Satiated and contended

Inside the chamber

Open the door
Enter
One step at a time
Shhhh
Nobody should hear you
It is quiet.
You see another door
So open it too
But everyone can see you
They know what you are doing
Yet unwilling to admit
Stubborn as a rock
Your conscience speaks
You don't belong here

Take a step
next thing you know
You are falling in
You don't know which way is down
You landed somewhere
Everyone can still see you
Yet unwilling to admit
Stubborn as a rock
Your conscience speaks
You don't belong here

But now you have the doors open
You don't know which way
to push or pull
is up or down
You still walk
One step at a time
Shhhh
no one should hear you
Your demons can see you
But you are safe here
This is you

The curve of my lips does not tell you anything

I cry a million tears when I am happy,
overwhelmed
a little crazy too
I can feel the emotion trying to exit my body
In the form of fireworks

I am bathing in the moments I want to preserve forever
The smell of Vanilla enters my senses
just like the garden, I enter
to touch the flowers,
I feel it more
feel every moment
like it will be my last
I am not smiling as I walk across the hallway
I feel the air hit my hair
I am the happiest I have ever been
The curve of my lips
Does not speak millions

I was crying the other day
without shedding tears
forcing myself to smile at people
trying to cover up my inner fear
fear of being exposed
I smiled more than I had ever

We spend too much time seeking happiness
Forget how difficult times lead us to something greater
But not every smile is genuine
and we can be great at hiding our emotions
inside a box away from everyone

Sunset

Peeking through the clouds

How beautiful is the walk you do

Rushing to the other side

Always thought Good Byes are sad

with tears falling out 

But I know you will rise again tomorrow morning 

Like the breakfast I will always look forward to

Your goodbye was graceful

You were shining

Walking away as if you own the future,

Stronger than the dark which is taking over

Beauty in the world

The sun will rise from the same place as yesterday

The ocean will run towards the moon everyday

I wonder if the beauty in the world thinks it is boring

Or does it ever cry itself to sleep

Just like the rest of us

Who always deny their own 

Sis is the new Bro

On the verge of lighting up my womanhood rose like a flame "Nah bro, you're cool" he said "Excuse me, call me sister instead" I snapped But apparently sisterhood is not as cool and is just not comfortable to be mentioned in a group of friends as it will rip people's masculinity apart Faster than a gym bro coming at you to fix your form Well, it depends on preferences as well You see, my sisters would prefer to be called 'BROS' to feel cooler like a human instead of a hot object ready to be eaten up by this patriarchy Call me for what I am, A Woman strong and myself. I don't have to be a guy to be respected or taken seriously Call me a Sister instead not because I am insecure about my femininity but because it is pretty cool to be a Woman Strong and down to earth chill and everything when I called you Sis, you felt degraded and your masculinity was stripped down But let me tell you, My sisters are much cooler and stronger than any BRO around