Hovering eyes made me believe that I was really something to be looked down upon. They made me believe that I deserved to be mistreated...

My wheels are a chariot to freedom rather than a temporary crutch to prop me up from the harsh aspects of society...

As my family sat, distraught, a priest entered the room to give my last rites. My blue, lifeless body laid across the table. I wasn’t...

The doctors rushed to her aid in a frenzy, not only because she had suffered domestic abuse, but also because she was pregnant with me...