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Overworked, irritated and 29 years-old, Malia shares her raw thoughts about life and other things in this vulgar poetry book about being a woman and life in the Bay Area with the foes of adulthood

I like to think of wolves when I think of the freedom of a woman

We run like wolves

And hunt our dreams like they are our prey

We howl at the moon when we are sad or angry

It seems so magical to say I am wolf

In reality I feel like sloth

Slow to care about the ways I used to want people to care about me

I perch myself in a tree and I watch the world around me

I become like the tree and I wait

For the right moment to join in the world’s ways

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