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  • 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…

  • Survival Take 2

    She is a a hybrid of dysfunction.  Not depressed. Not motivated.  Despises her look, but loves the try.  Tired.  Destressed.  Undervalued.  Over worked.  Lonely.  Alone.  Silence is needed.  No time to cry.  Squabbled thoughts.  No focus.  She wants so much yet she cannot move.  She wants a simple life yet her life is the opposite. Everyone…

  • Survival 101

  • Dessert

    She craved his ice-cream and cake. Instead of dessert, he gave her lentils and peas.

  • Wilted.

    Pretty flowers sometimes die, Wilted from his heat-El Soul, Dehydrated from her drought-Madre Tierra, Pretty flowers can deceive, Outer petals beautiful-             ‘belle’ internal poisoned-           ‘Blackened’ Wilt to cut.

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