I wrote this in a feverish rage. I am biologically female, and the idea that our body is being policed truly made me sick.

This poem explores how beautiful things can emerge from darkness.

“Being Human” galloped into my mind some idle Thursday in December, whinnying so loudly that I couldn’t do anything but attend to it.

My poem discusses the difficulties of life and the obstacles constantly trying to overtake you in your walk of life.

My poem talks about a world tragedy.

In "My Potential vs. My Worth", I talk about what it feels like to be judged by stereotypes instead of who I really am.

This piece reflects on how, beneath laws, whispers, and stares, we are all the same—flesh, blood, fragile bones, living, aching, human.

I started off writing these two poems as an assignment for my English class, but all the poems I was reading didn't seem to reflect real life, or at least what I had experienced.

These are 3 poems that I wrote in July of this year.

Love is always a complex thing. It is a beautiful, tragic feeling that can consume.

I wanted to write about soulmates, as I've always been fascinated by them.

This is about the contrast between my daily life in the Bay area and time spent in Montana where my maternal grandparents live on a farm.

It's almost constantly now that I stop and realize something I've just done is entirely unlike me.

"We Will Not Be Controlled" - This resistance poem is about the current political climate we find ourselves in.

When I was crafting my poem, I knew I wanted it to be about the silent struggle kids my age go through in trying to get the help I need for the betterment of their mental health.

The Last Hen is based on the experiences my grandparents had during the Cultural Revolution in China, where people were extremely poor, hungry, and oppressed.

Through the image of sunlit orchids surrounded by flowers, "Orchids" is a poem of expected doom, expected endings.