Damsel

She speaks quietly. Years of social conditioning Have taught her speaking up Equates to overconfidence; Which is un-lady-like, And perhaps even obnoxious. She may be afraid to shout it, But she knows very well The power she yields In her mind, in her manner In her grace, in her kindness Is no small feat. But... Continue Reading →

Who is the fairest of them all?

The lemon juice stung as I dabbed it across my face. The slight pain was oddly satisfying; almost a sign that the process of making my skin lighter was somehow happening faster because of it. I noticed the spot between my eyebrows where the remnants of a chicken pox scar lingered and dabbed the cotton... Continue Reading →

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