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i come from a great grandmother who would stitch her love to the clothes my mother would wear who would bear the burden and pain of ripping your own skirts to weave your resistance in and out to make dresses that they'd proudly put on. this love, is the kind of love that's passed on.… Continue reading

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i wanted to write something beautiful something that would help you raise your head up against the rain the kind of words my mother would tell me todo va estar bien, every thing is going to be alright i wanted to write something that would bring a smile to your face como esa vez que… Continue reading

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they asked me about you pretending to not know a damn thing prying to see if i'd say more about why we ended carefully probing through your name resurfacing pain i thought it was gone i never told them everything don't worry. your actions are safely hidden away the hurt you caused me is something… Continue reading

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A broken heart. he asked me who broke my heart but my heart breaks are not fixated on the number of boys who wandered through my heart breaks for reasons far beyond that it breaks at the painful reminders of injustice and the sadness that runs deeper than a river because my heart break is… Continue reading

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my soul intertwined with yours at one time —yet i felt so alone. they will never know what heart break flows into poetry i wonder if you ask yourself, if it's you i think you know though i woke up feeling enough one day when you were gone i looked around in my soul and… Continue reading

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They told me I shouldn't be scared. I'm telling you to be scared. Be scared they won't know what hit them; be scared you will outshine their expectations; be scared you will feel like you belong there; be scared into action so one day those after us won't have to; be scared enough you will… Continue reading

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was i not enough? could i ever be enough? "no" you gave me the pitiful speech the one you promised never to say the words stung and with the bitter taste in your mouth you cringed, "it doesn't feel right" was that all the inspiration you had for me? it was enough for you but… Continue reading

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There's a lot to be said about migration. Sometimes migration is beautiful but sometimes it is violent. Sometimes migration means reunification but other times it means being torn from home. Sometimes migration means you are finding a new path but other times it means you have lost it all. Migration is both beautiful and dark… Continue reading