How can we change when history is just a broken record?

Fairytales are supposed to have happy endings, are they not?

We will all make it to the land beyond this trellised archway

Maybe I am showing them it is okay to stray from the “default”

Our world is divided into “Us vs. Them”

That bubble I once grew up in is gone

No one was going to put her in The Glass Box again

I just want to be equal; nothing less, nothing more

Do not see me for my disability. Do not see me for my race. I am a person just like anyone else.

A dystopian poem about the social, moral, and environmental horrors of climate change. Told through the perspective of an imaginary elder in the far future.

Why we must appreciate our diversity and individuality

The stark contrast in how our society treats women and men

My journey of embracing my identity as a Dominican-American