I have so much to write about. I am finally making space to share the stories that I have been afraid to tell. It has taken years for me to reach this point but hey, better late than never. I also had to heal some more before I could write my story. Enjoy!
Safe
There’s just something Something about… That makes me feel safe I bury my head on… Chest And I stay there for a few seconds I never wanted someone else or others to be my safety I think that is an unfair expectation But the world scared me partially stuck and almost numb Unable to make…
Keep readingSpeak Up
When you’ve been silenced for so longIt’s easy to believe that you don’t have a voiceThat you’re not strong enough to speak in rooms that have people that continue to erase youTake up spaceThere’s enough room in the world for youSpeak even when your voice shakes and cracksEven when you feel like you may not…
Keep readingThe Professor
I used to sit in coffee shops and write. I loved smelling the coffee and hearing the sound of clinking plates as the baristas served pastries to the sitting customers. I was social back then and I would make conversation with anyone sitting near my table. This happened often and I always sat there, amazed…
Keep readingALIVE
I wrote the following in December 2020 : I will not write about my past. I tried and tried but my tears kept smudging the pages and my pen refused to keep going. It refused to continue in such chaos. I sat there for hours looking at the ruined paper wishing my stories would come…
Keep readingIm Not Here To…
I’m not here to please youI’m not here to heal youYou cannot treat my skin like your blanketYou cannot throw it off of you when you’ve received all of the warmth that you needMy warmth and my body are mine and mine onlyIf I invite you to share space with meThat is because I expect…
Keep readingI Should Have
I should have walked away earlierInstead of fighting hard to be acceptedI might have been happierAnd I wouldn’t have lost myself Angelica Flores
Keep readingFriday Night Thoughts and a Margarita
I always say that I want to write a book one day about my life but I never sit down and actually write it. I think it’s because it hurts too much and I only recently found out that it takes me a long time to process my emotions and I need to dig deep…
Keep readingPorch Adventures
I used to walk to the liquor store for Hot Cheetos (Orlandos or Red Sea) and a soda and sit on the porch. I have amazing memories on this porch. I used to sit with my almost but never going to be boyfriend’s here late at night and my grandma and grandpa would peek through…
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