Cami*STAR

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  • Growth

  • my eyes (only)

  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Torn apart….

    We have been torn apart because of F-E-A-R! You see my dear, One day, you and I were born With innocent eyes to see, Innocent ears to hear, There was a spark and magical connection between the stars and I, We began our journey as helpless souls that were guided by our ancestorals roles. Then…

  • I need feminism because….

  • Doors

    And only a few family, friends or lovers have opened that door. There are only a few in my world who truly know me. When I die most won’t know who I really am, only because they have not tried to get to really know me……

  • Distance

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