The transitionary point between high school and college has been something I’ve continuously sought to understand and acclimate to, even
When I had my first kiss, I enveloped myself in this notion that I was finally being entered into the
As a Dominican-American writer, I’ve oftentimes found the most poetry and words in my culture and the history kneaded among
“No” is a word often sheathed by women in a close-fitting covering. It is a word intrinsically engraved onto our
I am my mother’s language kneaded among the discolored patches of my skin & I am teeth skidding across
I am warrior, woman, flesh who swallows rigid afflictions my mother’s stout gaze the trenches of the Pico Duarte I
This month has carried an integral examination into the ways women have shaped not only our environment but our words as well. Though revolutionary