A poem about how I got here.
Recently, my boyfriend invited me to his sister's wedding. Right after he did, he hesitated and said, "Aunties are gonna be judging you, babe..." I asked him why, even though I knew the answer. "Because of your tattoos," he said like it was as obvious as my hair color. "I'm going to cover them, you … Continue reading Aunties Gonna Hate: My Tattoos