I am a woman. Some are allured, and some are intimidated. Sometimes I must sit through meeting listening to foreigners mansplain what I am capable of analysing. Other times I must console my father and mother that this is not history repeating itself but rather a life that needs to be lived. I explain and… Continue reading First, a woman.
Category: Poetry
I tried and I tried
of trying and of age.
Love was a dream, and loss was poetry
A world beyond & a world within.