I wrote this poem in October of 2021.
Trauma after trauma
I have withstood
Standing up right away and pretending
everything was fine
There was no time
for tears or processing
of feelings
That was a luxury for
the white upper class
Therapy-pssst
No time or money for
that either –
It’s gringo concept
Self care – that’s only
for the rich
No, you’re a latina Woman
our people rely on grit
and resilience
There is no time for white pendejadas
No, you’re a latina woman –
you only need the strength
from your ancestors
to survive this life
Life on the BPD 
Ouch. This one hits home in that I come from white middle class America and have been in therapy throughout my life, but more important than me is your connection with Peru and your ancestors and the strength you derive from them…..a potent reminder for me to do the same with my ancestors, as crazy as they may be.
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