Where I am From
I am from a bigger family who doesn’t care about each other.From the feeling of lonely but also of hope.
I am from a bigger family who doesn’t care about each other.From the feeling of lonely but also of hope.
I feel alienated because I cannot speak Mandarin. It’s frustrating when I can’t communicate with my family in China. I often feel out of place when I can’t take part in the conversations.
Many young people experience post-college depression. For most, the period marks the first time outside of a school setting, causing an identity crisis of sorts. No longer students, work becomes the next foundation upon which to build a life.
Even the strongest lgbtqqia advocates I know, struggle with the T part. Trans-gender.
I find you on any given Tuesday strolling down College Avenue, silently making footprints adjacent to my own on the vibrant gray pavement.
This ominous idea of our future selves hovers over us throughout high school, and it seems that right when we settle in to who we think we are, a curve ball comes out of nowhere and changes it all.
It wasn’t until I reached my teens that I began to appreciate all the things I inherited from my mother—my big eyes, strong calves, and most of all– my religion.