poetry: love letter

I wrote this poem in april of 2023.

profound thoughts as I write my love letter

my poetry has never been to get attention, likes, comments, validation
and while I appreciate all those things
I have to be honest –
my poetry is and will always be for me to speak my truth,
to process my feelings, to heal from life’s tragedies
to understand myself and learn to love myself as I am
my poetry is the ultimate love letter to myself and the universe

poetry: by the fireside

I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

corazon, no puedo dejar de pensar en ti-Selena

by the fireside I fall in love again and this time I’m sure
because before I met him I knew I was enough
before I met him I knew I was complete
before he was even a thought in my mind
he knew all about me
before I knew anything about him
he’s read my poetry
and nothing I’ve written scares him
to him I’m more than a pretty girl
to him I’m more than my diagnosis
to him I’m more than my chaotic past
because unlike the others, he sees my humanity
he sees my perseverance and resilience
and to him, I’ve become his everything

poesΓ­a: reina

escribΓ­ este poema en abril del 2023.

siempre fui una reina

mi empoderamiento no fue un proceso fΓ‘cil-
tuve que deshacerme de la nociΓ³n
que alguien me complementaria, me salvarΓ­a
tuve que enfrentar mis fuertes miedos e inseguridades
y tuve que llenarme con un gran amor a mi misma
que siempre reservaba para otras personas
y aunque a veces me querΓ­a rendir-nunca pare
seguΓ­ adelante con un fuego dentro de mi
que se rehusaba a apagarse
me prendia la luz del camino cuando la oscuridad
de mi depresiΓ³n querΓ­a ganar
y despuΓ©s de dos aΓ±os ahora por fin
Reconozco la reina que siempre fui
la que reciΓ©n le doy una oportunidad de respirar, vivir
y triunfar

poetry: headache

I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

does a scorpion sting when fighting back? -Taylor Swift

I overthink, I overthink and I overthink
and my head hurts from so much anxiety
Society puts so much pressure on me
to be nice, to be pretty
to be kind, to be smart
the stress is tearing me apart
but slowly I start to breathe
and the pressure starts to decrease
I change the narrative
And stop with listening to my inner critic
Fuck societal expectations
so what if I’m an aberration
the only person who determines my identity
is me
not you, not him,not my parents
and not society

poesΓ­a: pino

escribΓ­ este poema en abril del 2023.

mi tΓ­o Genaro y yo con el Γ‘rbol de Pino ,atras esta el paisaje de Oxapampa

abrazo el Γ‘rbol de pino para absorber su energΓ­a
y para darle mis angustias y tristeza
y rezo por todos que dejaron mi vida
porque sin esas lecciones
no serΓ­a la maravilla que soy hoy dia