Living today not knowing whether you will receive your medication during your next visit to your clinics isn't a joke.
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
On the inside, my spirit was broken into pieces | On the outside, I masked it, very well | With a hyper cheerful personality | Faked my way through | But, I saw the light one day
We are opposite in many ways, but compliment each other beautifully. I can literally tell him anything.
I am tired of...the cruelty. Tired of the lies. Tired of people who choose not to educate themselves when the truth is right here.
I wrote a poem for my mother's service, which I called "A Mother's Love." On the tenth anniversary of her death, I wrote a Eulogy for a class project, and I have included both pieces as a tribute to my mother's life.
I'm coming up on my fourth year of being diagnosed with HIV. Although I have been undetectable since 2021, I am still learning to navigate through so much with this diagnosis.
To anyone who ever doubted themselves: trust me, you are more than enough. Keep showing up, keep speaking up, and watch doors open.
Every time I speak my truth, I invite people into a deeper understanding of me—not just my diagnosis, but my resilience, my laughter, my wisdom, and my health.
Today, I am only a shadow of myself. I can no longer escape from this prison that I have created for myself.