SAM Frida

I met a mirror once,dressed in light too bright to look at,promising stillness where my storms were born. I thought it was love,but it was only my reflection, unfinished, unhealed, unlistened.I learned hunger wears many faces.It smiles when you take crumbsand calls it...

What’s happening with the Epstein files is a real-time case study in gaslighting and erasure. We hear all the legal talk and technicalities, but underneath it is something simple and brutal: victims whose reality keeps getting questioned, minimized, or ignored. Can...

You taught me everything I never wanted to know about emptiness dressed up as love. Your “kindness” was a costume, your tenderness a script, your tears a cue for my empathy to rush in and rescue you on repeat. You fed on my naivety and called it connection, studied my...

Inner conflict is often cast as a private struggle, a necessary part of psychological growth, and the engine of self-understanding. But when societies decide that these internal tensions must be managed for the greater good, something fundamental shifts. The 20th...

Borders are inventions that became cages, and the harms that spill from them, wars, flight, and the theater of “illegal immigration” are the predictable churn of lines we first imagined, then enforced with walls, checkpoints, and stories about who belongs and who does...

Some of us weren’t born into spacious skies; we were born into rooms with no windows, taught to breathe stale air and call it normal, until one day a hairline crack in the wall became an earthquake and everything we’d braced with smiles finally fell through the floor....

Every person walks around believing they know themselves. But here’s the twist: we only exist through reflection, other people’s reactions, tones, silences. You are not who you think you are.You are who you are perceived to be, and that perception changes with every...

Jamaica is hurting. Hurricane Melissa tore through the west, leaving behind more than wreckage, it left silence where there used to be music, and fear where there used to be laughter. Some places still have no help, no power, no relief. Just loss. Where is the one...