The cycle I can’t break
I died hoping for a brighter, more peaceful life. The moment I graduated, I truly believed I’d finally be free,...
The quiet accusation
They don’t have to say it out loud. I’ve learned to recognize the silence. Every time a professor mentions “ISIS,”...
My curious self
They say curiosity killed the cat. But they forget the second half of that saying—“satisfaction brought it back.” I was...
Marked from birth
Sometimes I wonder: how much power does hair really have over us? It’s just a bundle of thin strands sitting...
Dads and queer sons at the drunken table
There’s a ritual tucked in the corner of manhood: men circling a monobloc table steeped in vinegar chips and roasted...
We’re poor but we look nice
On the first day of school, I met my people. Finally, I’ve found people like me who find clothes more...
The chance we don’t always get
Today, I came alarmingly close to setting my parents’ house on fire. The chaos that ensued was overwhelming, and it...
Behind the labels
Have you ever found yourself labeling someone as “crazy” during high school? Or perhaps categorizing them as someone recently discharged...