

What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?




What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self?


I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

women’s empowerment is sold and neatly packaged with sabrina carpenter’s new album
always the heroine for this consumerist society even if the intentions feel a bit icky,
feel a bit 1950s, with a man pulling her hair like a bitch giving off sub energy
that feeds into the handmaiden narrative of America is trying to write for women
and with the shitstorm of the past 2 weeks, I don’t feel sane enough to form an opinion yet,
except that this feels like a weirdly perverse distraction from the rise of fascism
taking place in our country
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

Once again I’m thrown off the pedestal for standing up for myself
for wanting respect
I’m accused of being a stranger and crazy
My response is :
I did warn you, I did tell you
I have no space in my life for you, I was never looking for romance
I never asked for your love, and now i’m the villain
and you’re another victim
a victim who love bombed me over and over again
a victim who harassed me with unsolicited dick videos and pics
who never asked for my consent and forced himself into my world
Sorry for not being the girl of your dreams
but I’m also sorry for any ounce of my energy I was pressured to invest in you
maybe now you’ll leave me alone
and maybe even one day, you’ll learn to ask for consent
and perhaps even learn to treat women with respect
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

consent is honesty and respect
it doesn’t matter how many time I’ve kissed you
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve slept with you
Always ask me if I’m okay with whatever you wanna do
Instead of pressuring me, instead of harassing me
with your supposed admiration for me
with your stupid pet names for me
I’m not dear, hottie, beautiful, girl or princess
Call me by my god given name
and maybe then I would take you seriously
instead of ignoring you, pretending you’re a mosquito
Impossible to get rid off
I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

I try to banish the clouds of doubts and insecurities in me
everytime I’m in love, I get like this
everytime I start to feel comfortable in a new sanctuary
I start to question
if i’m worthy, if i’m deserving
is it possible that really, I’m the problem
and the one who sabotages everything
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

Cover me with a blanket of lies and tell me you love me
tell me I’m the only one for you
and false promises about you’ll never leave
and how you’re not like the other guys
Love me at your convenience, love me when I’m easy
I’ll believe the fantasy and play my role
of the perfect and polite princess
until one day, I grow out of my role and explode
and I’ll discover once again
you’re like everyone else
who can only stand me for a short while
and accuse me of being a crazy bitch and leave
I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

putting in bold letters I support ICE in your facebook profile pic
I quickly unfriended yours and your husband’s joint facebook account
the one created after he stepped out on you
and karma was served to you for being a homewrecker
several years ago
the one created to keep tabs on him so he wouldn’t do it again
and as I write this, I almost laugh hysterically
because of course it makes sense that you support Trump, ICE,
and everyone who wants to destroy and rips rights away from everyone
who’s not white and straight
After all, didn’t you yourself tear a family apart?
so it makes perfect sense
also I always wondered who the other woman was
from your hateful vitriol of immigrants and latinas
she must be one hell of a Latina who almost took your man
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

I’ll leave an emotional stain on your life that will be hard to get rid of
You’ll curse the day I was born
You’ll regret the day you ever meet me
because I demand respect, because I’ll never be your safe place
because I’ll say “no” to being relegated to the role of mistress
and you’ll accuse me of being crazy and narcissist
just because I wanted to be treated with dignity
just because I want to be seen as more than another girl to pass the time with
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

it’s not romance, it’s harassment
placing me on your dream girl altar
and telling me about your boner
Even after I told you no
But then you still threw me your delusional love
and when I was honest right away
and I told you “I’m sorry but no”
somehow now I’m a crazy bitch,
a stranger
who’s letting her mental illness talk for her
after calling out your misogynistic behavior
All I said was no to you and the insults come on cue
I warned you, didn’t I and now foul, you cry
I told you I wasn’t ready for what you had to offer
but you kept playing the part of my great admirer
and maybe I’m fucked up in the head
but your fantasies I needed to behead
I needed to keep myself safe from men like you
who try to bully me into loving them
into giving in because your endless attention
and compliments
haven’t you read my story?
I’m not no longer a woman who bends and bends
to man’s thirst for me
I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

my rage comes in like a bright orange burst and it explodes in social media posts,
my notebooks, and journal
it’s my inner child scared and anxious who feels threatened
and take it upon herself to call on middle age me
to defend her, to protect her from the cruelty and abuse happening in front of her
so many families like mine torn apart
so many immigrant children like me many years ago crying for their parents
not understanding why this is happening
and I feel the heavy weight of impotence not knowing how I can help
or what to do to stop all of this needless pain and suffering happening in front of me
and all I see is a bright orange burst of rage ready to punch walls
because my empathetic and soft heart feels the cries, the whimpers, the screams
of the parents and kids whose only crime was to leave their country
in search for a better life
I wrote this poem in June of 2022.

I’ve walked through the warzone of my love life long enough to know
when a bomb is about to explode (when I fall of some guy’s dream girl altar)
It’s a minefield full of suppressed feelings
consequences of accommodating to a man’s ego
And I’ll tread ever so carefully
I don’t want to be alone, I just want to be loved,
I’ll bend and bend until you call me Gumby
Except I’m not and then I’ll snap and another bomb will go off
“You’re crazy,” you’re dangerous” “ I don’t recognize you”
all for expressing my feelings and wanting respect and dignity
I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

to inhabit and exist in my body is exhausting
it’s constantly being in fight or flight mode
constantly waiting in hypervigilance
for the next atrocity from this administration
wondering if my son will make it home today without incident
worrying if my parents or brother will be taken away by the American Gestapo
lighting candles and praying on my rosary for my family’s safety and my sanity
try my best to function as democracy is falling and continuously reminding people
yes, immigrants are human beings and deserving of respect and dignity
I wrote this poem in June of 2025.

floating in a neon pink haze , the afterlife awaits
no more suffering, no more mental health crisis
no more dark doses of reality
this could be lovely and nice
but I’m pushed out by forces beyond my control
wake up in a fog
my soul’s purpose has not been fulfilled
I must continue telling my story

Mastering the Business Side of Creativity Without Losing Your Passion by Ian Garza
For small creative business owners, designers, writers, makers, and photographers, the work itself often feels electric, and everything around it can feel like a drag. Business management challenges stack up fast: money conversations, client expectations, messy timelines, and the constant fear that structure will smother artistic passion. Many creative entrepreneurs end up balancing creativity and business by pushing the admin tasks to late nights, then wondering why the spark starts to dim. With a few steady foundations, the business can support the art instead of competing with it.
Here’s one way to walk through this.
This process helps you put simple business foundations in place without smothering your creative energy. For general readers, it matters because a few clear defaults reduce stress, speed up payment, and prevent awkward client or contractor situations.
You are building a container that protects your art, not a cage that limits it.
Once your foundation is in place, the next win is making the day-to-day admin feel lighter instead of louder.
A comprehensive business platform can pull your scattered tasks, contracts, invoices, expense tracking, branding, and compliance, into one place, so you’re not rebuilding the wheel every time a new project lands. That kind of “single hub” setup reduces decision fatigue: fewer logins, fewer tabs, fewer half-finished systems competing for your attention. Whether you’re forming an LLC, keeping up with compliance requirements, creating a website, or handling finances, a platform like ZenBusiness can pair comprehensive services with expert support, helping you keep the back office moving without it stealing your creative energy. The result isn’t a more complicated business, it’s a simpler, more reliable one, where your tools and routines protect your time, keep your work organized, and make steady growth feel doable.
With that steadiness under you, marketing can shift from “ugh, I should” to a repeatable, low-pressure way to be found by the right people.
Marketing gets a lot easier when it stops feeling like a separate personality you have to put on. The goal is an authentic marketing rhythm you can repeat, even on busy weeks, without draining your creative spark.
Q: How do I set boundaries with clients without sounding “difficult”?
A: Frame boundaries as a process that protects the work, not a rule that punishes people. Use simple lines like, “Here’s what I can deliver by Friday,” and “Here’s what needs a change request.” Put response hours and revision limits in writing before you start.
Q: What should a deposit policy actually say?
A: Keep it plain: the deposit amount or percentage, when it’s due, and that work begins after payment clears. Add one sentence on refunds, such as “Deposits are non-refundable once scheduling and prep begin.” Include the remaining payment timing tied to milestones or delivery.
Q: How do I stop scope creep when clients keep adding “tiny” requests?
A: Understand scope creep to name the issue, then offer two options: swap something out, or approve a paid add-on. This matters because uncontrolled requirement changes can derail projects, even when everyone has good intentions.
Q: When should I use a change order versus just being flexible?
A: Use a change order when the request affects time, deliverables, or number of revisions. If it’s truly minor, confirm it in one sentence in email so both of you agree on what changed. The goal is clarity, not bureaucracy.
Q: Can financial tracking be simple enough for tax time?
A: Yes: track income, expenses, and receipts in one place, and schedule a 15-minute weekly update. A practical starting point is pulling last year’s tax return so you know which forms and categories you’ll likely need again.
Small policies create big calm, and calm is where your best work shows up.
When you’re trying to protect your creative spark, business tasks can feel like a constant tug-of-war with your time and energy. The steadier path is a simple, repeatable approach: start small, keep it consistent, and let confidence in business systems build through practice rather than pressure. With clear boundaries, basic tracking, and a few foundational business tools, finances and workflows stay tidy enough that decisions get easier instead of louder. A simple system you use beats a perfect system you avoid. Pick three tools, then schedule a 30-minute monthly business review to keep things honest and manageable as you begin scaling your creative business. That steady rhythm is what turns talent into resilience, stability, and room to grow.
I wrote this poem in May of 2022.

In therapy I’m supposed to write about the last thing that cause me grief
and I think it’s funny considering the tons of poetry and journal entries
I’ve written about it
I’m tired of writing about it, I’m tired of talking about it
I’m tired of thinking about it
and I want to tell my therapist I don’t have homework for this week
but this is part of therapy
this is what I need to address the unhealed trauma within
so I’ll write for the 1000th time about the last thing that caused trauma and grief
hoping my therapist will provide valuable insight on how to let go of it