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Writer’s Statement: I am trying to have more courage around sharing my creative writing, especially narrative nonfiction. I used to take pride in my poetry but I feel pretty "meh" about it these days. This short compilation touches on grief, spirituality, and disability which is embedded in a larger collection, "Dispossessed: Diasporic Musings of a Disabled Hottie" which I am hoping to find the courage to publish one day.

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These thoughts aren’t new. In this body, holding these thoughts right here - and why shouldn’t I share what I have? I think that I have a regular sized ego - I’m funny, I’m curious, I have a zest for life!

Are you hoping to find me relatable? Are you hoping to find out my secrets? Are you hoping to find me at all?

Maybe at the end of all of this, you can help me find myself.

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I’ve been dreaming about the stars a lot, lately.

How far from me to you, this galaxy would take me.

I cannot deny this longing inside.

And so I embark - sifting through the stars,

Searching for a way to be closer to you.

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You don’t notice it at first,

It gets cooler, there’s less sun.

Days get shorter, it’s still hard to sleep.

Fewer movements, rapidly towards decay

everything looks the same.