I write this with the intention of gifting my words as a present to myself, because often times I forget what I write. And when I look back at them after a long time, it’s like my writing’s not my own. So perhaps, if I wrote myself indirectly, I might remember what I am about… Read More poltergeist: a poem

Mixed. That’s the category I fall into, being Portuguese and Angolan. Race was never really an issue for me when I was younger. I never really cared about skin colour or really noticed it, considering I have black and white family members. I quickly realized that skin colour and appearance really affect the way people… Read More A Post On Ignorance