Yesterday, my mother was 19 Frolicking and rebellious streak suppressed inside of her ^not very well^ to showcase to the world what a great conventional she was! Today, I ask her "what were you like as a kid?" and she... Continue Reading →
Today I realised I owe some silence onto my becoming As much as speaking out It’s a knife edge in the quivering balance Pushed to the side, Marginalised Browned and chargrilled? Learning faster While being caught between Being delicious or exotic Owning up our own shame Or (trying so hard to) decolonize!