Just a human rights and mental health advocate, writing, singing, rapping and painting her beliefs to life.
The American Oversight
It all started when I was around 10 years old and learned the term "children's rights" for the first time. This lesson in primary school would lead me to write my first poem entitled Listen Up. The intention of the poem was to call out adults who think that for some reason children are undeserving of being heard.
It Was Valentine's Day?
Every year I find myself single (or kind of single) on Valentine's Day. And, every year I vow to make the day a "me-day," all about self-care and loving myself, and every year that's what I do. Except this year, something astonishing happened. The day came, I went about my 24 hours allotted as if it was a regular Sunday, and then at midnight I realized, "holy rip in the space-time continuum! A somewhat single female in her 30's let Valentine's Day come and go without so much as looking into the mirror to give herself a pep talk!" Not a single love note to myself was written. Not a single tear was shed over a man. I didn't purchase flowers for myself. Make a special meal. Nothing.
Cali Sunshine & Rain
She did not consider herself homeless. In fact, she scoffed at the idea. “I am “house-less” if anything,” she would often tell herself. Her Moleskine notebook was home to her. It was home to her thoughts, home to her emotional traumas, home to the highlights of her exhausting days and home to her music.