She looked at me in distaste as if I was the one who had wronged.
I said,
"Aunty didn't it take you too long?
To realize that my tea and I aren't just the same shade, we're both just as strong."

I have society to fear, its grueling questions. While you might be the person telling me that it is a sin to kill the embryo growing within me, I also know you are among the people who would question my character and my chastity. I know, I shouldn’t fear the world created by the generations before me, but everyone existing in its aftermath hasn’t made it easier for me. Maybe you can’t be supportive of my decisions, maybe you’ll be in constant disagreement; nor would I ask you not to be.  But please, respect my being, accept my choices and do not decide them for me.

I sit here alone in my crowded home. My dog by my side. Tears fighting to leave my eyes. Is it wrong what I feel? Am I pathetic? Should I have moved on?... Or better yet... realised that I haven't moved on?

She was the ocean
Who hid herself from the world... 
Her beauty was covered
Her thoughts were deep and strange...