The weight of a million assignments are heavy on my shoulders. Dragging me down little by little unable to swim to the surface. Reaching for assistance only to find sandy layered pages. Tracing a hand over the velvety indented words, I flip open the front cover. Little by little, page after page the weight on my shoulders turned into feathers. With every turn of the page I fade farther away from the...

There are things that require no recalling.  They are here in the morning, they are here in the evening.  The chilling moment I found out what being born a daughter in this community meant.  Like a sharp object threatening to pierce your skin, and the person behind it the people that you call uncles.  Because in this community, you have no say.  Because in this community, you have...