After seeing what my cousins have gone through, I will never look at marriage the same way again.
It's safe to say that I was freaking out about how I was going to make it out alive.
Did you have sex outside of marriage? That’s shameful. Homosexuality? You're a sinner.
My blood runs with saltwater that I’ve never known. Because here, I am within and without my own culture.
"You have to wait after you eat to swim. If you don't, you'll sink."
At my worst, I am bedrock hidden under the layers of my sheets. An odorous thing inside me eats and eats, and my mind begs for release from corporeality.
Your parents are always telling you to clean the house in case some random auntie or uncle comes over uninvited.