Keep Your Friends Close


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A part of me still doesn’t believe in friendship
A part of me still believes I don’t deserve friendship.

So, I drop people like clouds drop rain
I never reach out
Like a weak WiFi signal.
But you’re out of range, so it doesn’t matter.
I don’t keep in touch, as if my phone had a shattered screen
And when somebody checks up on me
I get suspicious, and ask them why…


Okay, BOOM! Junior year of high school (2014). I got hit by a car. Woke up thinking I had just woken up from sleep and that I was late to school. (Close, but not quite). Found out I did wake up late for school. To be more precise, 11 days late. I had fallen into an 11-day coma from the car accident.

My life changed. My friends distanced themselves. I grew bitter. Dealing with all the internal (emotional, intellectual) changes and rollercoaster, I grew more bitter. I felt lonely. So I grew even more bitter. I started distancing myself from everyone. Realized that people didn’t really notice. They had their own things to deal with, so why should they care about me? If “no one cared about me”, why should I care about myself? I grew more bitter. Became dangerously suicidal. This world (assuming there are others) is an ugly place. My view towards the world changed drastically (positively and negatively). I had to survive. I embraced the loneliness.

This story hasn’t ended yet. Nor has it changed a lot. Although, I have met some people who are near and dear to my heart. Who I can reach out to.

Solitude is a dangerous ass thing y’all. There are unending quotes, and I’ve seen so many people advocate on how important it is to be able to remain in a lonely state. That’s true. But loneliness mixing with the wrong thing is dangerous af. Pay attention to your friends. Don’t just be like “hey, how are you?” and proceed with your life when they say all is alright! (Of course all is alright! Why would I tell you what I’m going through?? I don’t even know what I’m going through! So why be a burden). So in addition to asking, pay attention to them–what they do, any slight changes. Don’t lose a good friend emotionally or physically because you didn’t invest in paying attention to them.


Tinder Chronicles


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I see all the trauma
She has overcome
The manifestation of beauty
She’d made sure to become;
The light, art, joy and glory
That’s to come.

Hearing my heart, as it tells me
It would give up anything to be with you.
We are ready to give up everything.
For you to call us yours;
Call this dream ours.

And that’s dangerous. It always is.
You look like a girl I’d give up everything for,
Just for you to be mine.
You be Mine.

“Love” creates this false perception that
People can be—become your property.
And we’ve all owned into it. So, I guess that’s why
The past has been hectic, drama, a lie

These thoughts go through my mind
As I tap
Tap, and tap.


My Black So Beautiful


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My black so beautiful,
Even through all these funerals

It’s more alive than you,
More spirited than anything;
More woke than your 3-day resurrection.

They’ll try to turn us down. Turn us against each other
Be unattractive to our own

But the ugly is in them.

They tell us about places of graves
Then take us to death.
Tell us to turn it down, or they’ll become [our] deaf(th)

But our life line is still more brilliant than theirs.

While their ancestors are the causes and reasons of why
This world boils in mayhem
We draw strength and courage from the spirits of ours.

So each time we get knocked down,
Our resilience will make the loudest of sounds
Break the ground. Stand back up.

On that same day.




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Tonight, like a regular Monday night, I pulled up at the Bowery Poetry Club to warm my soul with some Poetry. While observing the crowd, I saw her. Looking at her, I thought, “ummmmmm (x1000000), she looks familiar 🤔” then, “ummmmmm, she looks like Rupi Kaur”. I pondered on it some more then concluded, “naahhh, Rupi Kaur is taller than that”…but man, moments passed and I just couldn’t shake the thought. So I turned to the Bowery Poetry interns and manager, and whispered, “y’all, is that Rupi Kaur???” Confused, the manager responds, “nnoooo” with certainty. I replied, “but she looks sssssooooo much like Rupi!!” At that, he said, “well, go ask her, man”. So, collecting all the courage and strength in my youthful body, I pulled up on her with a, “hey, you look A LOT like Rupi Kaur”. At that, she replied with a smile, “I am Rupi Kaur.” I froze. Then exploded with, “omg! You’re Rupi Kaur!!! Wait, YOU DO KNOW YOU’RE RUPI KAUR, RIGHT?? Like you’re famous-famous!” Then I blabbered and fanboyed some more, and we took a quadrillion selfies!
Tis was a good night, y’all.

Charlie Got a Brand New Bike!


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If you live in New York City, then you know how atrocious the MTA (NYC train system) can be. The train traffic also always seems to be worst when you are late or in a rush to getting to your destination. Most people complain, others just leave home extra early (although that rarely works), and at the most extreme, some people decide to invest in a car (but they still have to deal with traffic and finding parking).

Well, instead of turning to all of these alternatives, Charlie had a better idea. Charlie decided to get a bike! So, you might catch him pedaling through your neighborhood. Everyone is jealous of Charlie, and this video is Charlie’s story. Happy watching and listening!



These People


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How can they dream?
Broken necks
While nothing’s in this world
But that screen.
That seem
To never stop glowing,
Radiating light,
Attracting sight

Pick up a damn book! But
Can fit under that screen.
Enough to reconsider your sleep,
Drive you around that leap
Enough to make you a sheep.

Following a device around
In their hands but they could never catch it
Intelligence ready but will they ever hatch it?

So tell me,
How can these people dream
When heaven glows
Right in their palm?