My name is Krissa and I write so that I can heal. I have been writing stories since primary/elementary school and journaling and writing poetry since I was 13 years old. It’s just what I do. I’ve had this blog for over a year now and I have kept it anonymous. I refused to share … More Let Me Re-introduce Myself
We get back to the house and the guys were hanging out in the backyard drinking beers so Ray stayed out with them but I went inside to meet the girls. I couldn’t contain myself so I walked through the door waving my left hand, shouting like I have no sense! “Hello ladies! Did you … More Papillon Papers- Page 11
“I wish we could lay here forever”, Ray says. It’s nighttime and everyone else went back to the house but us. We’re lying on a blanket on the beach, looking up at the stars. Everything is so beautiful that we both forgot about my little moment earlier. “I know right! This is making me even … More Papillon Papers – Page 10
We’re all on the beach when I see Jennifer sneaking back to the house so I follow her to make sure she’s okay and to confirm my suspicions. I’ve been on several road trips with her and she has never gotten motion sickness. In addition, I heard her going back and forth, multiple times to … More Papillon Papers – Page 9
We spend the first night drinking, playing games and reminiscing about the good ole days. Blurting out random memories! “You guys remember that time in primary (elementary) school when Kailani tricked Keisha into using a glue stick as Chapstick?” “And the time when Aurora walked into the mango tree?” “When you talking about?” I asked … More Papillon Papers – Page 8
We suspect that Michelle is still messing with her ex Shawn, but we don’t have enough evidence to confront her about it yet. We’re all friends but Michelle could be a little sneaky sometimes. We love her but we don’t always agree with her actions. Of the five of us, Aurora, Jennifer and I are … More Papillon Papers- Page 7
The ten of us all meet at Aurora’s house since her mom is the coolest; she’s the only parent who actually knows exactly what’s happening. We hired a maxi (mini bus) to take us to Mayaro because the only person who actually owns a car is Ray and no one else wanted to drive because … More Papillon Papers- Page 6
It’s exactly one week before I leave the country. I’m sitting in the kitchen having breakfast with my grandmother and thinking about my impending move. The closer the time gets the more nervous I get. Although I was born in the US I haven’t spent more than two months at a time there since I … More Papillon Papers- Page 5
I didn’t grow up in the US (I migrated from Trinidad, one of the islands from the twin republic of Trinidad and Tobago) so I didn’t really experience racism until I lived here. I’m not saying that discrimination does not exist in my country but it’s not systemic like it is in America. I did … More My Blackness Became a Thing in America
“Oh my gosh Kailani, you’re such a whore. You went from the Virgin Mary to the Woman at the Well real quick. From no sex, to sex with two men in the space of 24 hours.“ It’s the next day and I can’t bring myself to get out of bed. The ‘good’ me and the … More Papillon Papers- Page 4
“Do you still love me?” Ray asks. I’m sitting at the edge of his bed staring off into space while he watches me from the bathroom. He called me just as I was leaving the mall and asked me to come to his house to talk. “What does it matter now anyway Ray? I’m not … More Papillon Papers- Page 3
