



I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

by the fireside I fall in love again and this time Iβm 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
heβs read my poetry
and nothing Iβve written scares him
to him Iβm more than a pretty girl
to him Iβm more than my diagnosis
to him Iβm more than my chaotic past
because unlike the others, he sees my humanity
he sees my perseverance and resilience
and to him, Iβve become his everything


escribΓ este poema en abril del 2023.

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


I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

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 Iβm an aberration
the only person who determines my identity
is me
not you, not him,not my parents
and not society


escribΓ este poema en abril del 2023.

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


I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

Dear future heartbroken me,
Sometimes it wonβt be you or even him
Sometimes things donβt work out
Itβs nothing to be obsessed about
Sometimes love isnβt enough
It doesnβt mean youβre not enough
Sometimes things end abruptly
and it’s not the end of your story
and sometimes you learn from it
And most of the time
it will serve to change your narrative


I wrote this poem in april of 2023.

I put my insecurities and fears on display for the world to see
itβs a most arduous task-itβs not for the weak
at first I thought it was crazy
it was me trying to get attention
it was me seeking validation
and while it may have been these things
it was also brave, courageous
to be so radically honest
about what unnerves me
Itβs how Iβve been able to heal
and claim my identity


I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

Thorny long stemmed burgundy red roses remind me of how Iβm loved
The beauty of the roses is how men admire me and fall for me
the burgundy red reminds me of how my heart bleeds after they leave me
and the sharp thorns stab my lungs as rejection and devastation sets in

