personal narratives & short stories // feminist // bi
Many months ago, I laughed at your decision to run for president. You were nothing more than a joke to me. Today, with elections around the corner, I fear for my life and I fear for my family’s future because you stand for nothing…
A boy killed, mama.
It wasn’t all at once, oh no; it was slow and drawn out and very painful
He took things from me, mama.
Not something tangible, although I wish it had been
Dear American Apparel,
First off, let me preface this letter by letting you know I appreciate all you do, from fighting for LGBT rights and employing immigrants. It’s great! Not many other stores do that, and as the daughter of Mexican…