My shout out.

On a festive day, I had a reason to crawl out of my crib, I had a reason to really…

LADIES FIRST….

   …Or maybe not Oh, as they say, “Ladies first”, he bowed slightly and made way for me to use…

My Envy of a Stillborn.

knows no love or hate. Still referred to as ‘ it”. Never tasted the gall of living, Though weak, from…

Boys can cry too.

This was a letter that I never had the guts to send to my school’s director, I’m sorry for being…