I wrote this in 2006 thinking back on my time with Lucas.
A shadow of our friendship
is all there is left
After life gets in the way
of wanting something more
And when I see you around
A wave, a nod
An acknowledgement we once knew
Each other
Our conversations are now long gone
But we’re forever etched in each
other’s minds and dreams
Escribi este poema en 2004 cuando estaba amarga con mi esposo. Queria separarme de el.
Callar
Ya no podemos callar
En tanta tempestad
Tu ya no me quieres
No hay nada más que hacer
Ya no hay ninguna solución
Para tanta desilusión
Es mejor que tomemos caminos separados
Y decir adiós a nuestro dolor
Vete de aqui
Ya no hay más puertas que abrir
Lo de nosotros ya no funciona
Se nos acabaron las palabras
Se termino nuestro amor
Y se volvió en un enorme rencor
Vete de aqui
Ya no eres nada para mi
Me hiriste demasiado
Con tu amor
Tu nunca quisiste
Tener en nosotros algo de fe
Vete de aqui
Nunca fui algo especial para ti
Nunca ocupe un sitio importante
Y hasta ahora no se porque
Es mejor que te vayas
Y terminar con nuestra
Tremenda farsa
Escribí este poema en 2004 cuando estaba embarazada con mi segundo hijo y enfadada con mi novio porque él no me daba un lugar en su vida.
Ya me canse de esperar
Que me des un sitio en tu vida
Ya me canse de esperar
Con tanta ansiedad
De tus ganas de actuar
Ya me canse de esperar
Que vengas a llevarme
Para empezar una vida juntos
Con mucho amor
Ya me canse de esperar
Que actúes con verdad
Alguna vez
From the ages of 18 to 23, I worked for a government agency as an interpreter. I was well-liked by many of my coworkers and my first supervisor was appreciative of me. I was very good at my job and even cross-trained in many other areas that didn’t “pertain to my job”. However, at that job, I was also bullied and discriminated against for being Latina. I was also slut-shamed by my second supervisor and coworkers the latter 2 years I was there. I don’t want to say I deserved being slut-shamed but I’ll just say that I trusted the wrong coworkers with my private life and they went on to gossip about me to everyone. It was also a very stressful environment because of the work I did and clients I had to interact with. My depression and anxiety went haywire. In 2003, I decided to enroll in my local community college and major in English. In 2004, I was trying to go to school full time, work full time, and deal with my child’s new autism diagnosis. I was breaking down mentally and something had to give so I quit this job. I was fucking done. And this poem was inspired by that moment. I thought I had processed this trauma until it came back up in therapy in the summer of 2021. I didn’t realize it at the time but I had suffered a deep racial trauma that impacted me and still triggered reactions in me. I was angry. There is actually way more to this story and one day I’ll share it when I’m ready.
This was the hardest thing I did
but it had to be done
I couldn’t stand the gossip
or the two faces of everyone
the way they pretended to be my friend
but the minute I turned my back to them
they talked like I was the biggest wench
so much envy and hate
I HAVE TO ESCAPE
FROM THIS MISERABLE FATE!
so today I resigned
I didn’t tell them why
all I know is that for the first time
in a really long time
I feel something like happy
so long to the only place I have known
for an almost five year term
for once I breathe a sigh of relief
I finally had the courage to leave
so long to the hypocrisy of this place
to let myself stay here for another day
would only be a fucking waste
I wrote this in 2004 inspired by a rough family situation I was going through at the time. I needed to process what was happening in some way because I couldn’t confront the person. And well, I wrote this narrative poem.
Poor and destitute
in front of me she stood
asking for shelter and food
with tears streaming down her cheek
she kept on repeating
“let me stay with you tonight,
I promise, one day I’ll make things right”
I didn’t know what to do
for a while I just stood
trying to decide
if what I was about to do was right
so with pain in my heart
I had to say
“please go away”
she tried to resist
by giving me a guilt trip
and I told her once again
“please go away”
she still wouldn’t listen
and made me listen to her reasons
this time I lost control
and yelled at her to
“PLEASE GO AWAY
IF YOU DON’T WANT ME
TO GO CRAZY”
this time she listened to me
maybe she does care for me
it hurt to turn her away
but I couldn’t be swayed
to feel sorry for her
and allow her
to ruin my world
so in the end
this was the dreadful when
I would have to decide
between saving her or me
Escribí este poema narrativo en 2002. Temas que tienen que ver con inmigración están cerca de mi corazón porque soy inmigrante. Inmigrantes indocumentados son explotados y muchas son invisibles en la sociedad.
Solo y agotado
El se sentó
En el banco viejo
Esperando por su bus
Para irse a su case
Con el poco dinero
Ganado ese mismo dia
Pero el no sabia
Que unos malvivientes
Le estaban siguiendo sus pasos
Que tenían otro plan para ese día.
Y sin darse cuenta
Lo acuchillaron de atrás
Y el quedo botado
Sangrando de sus graves heridas
Al siguiente dia
La gente diría
Que su muerte no importaría
Fue lo mejor que podía pasar
Un mojado menos
De qué preocuparnos
Pobre señor,
Hasta este dia
Su familia no sabe que paso
Pobre señor
Todo por ser hispano and indocumentado
I wrote this in 2003 reflecting on the immigration of me and my family. The first six year we were in the United States was a nightmare. I’m not sure how much I will share of my immigration story because of all the trauma involved.
I was five at the time
when my parents lied
they said it was going to be great
our brand new fate
we were going away
so we could be safe
we weren’t exactly prepared for
the horrors we would endure
the hardships and struggles
the wonder of it all
why did they persuade us
in them we lost our trust
now we’ll never again believe
what they want us to see
Escribi este poema en Marzo de 2003 cuando estuve visitando Hawaii y pensaba en mi pasado.
Estoy en el mismo lugar
donde era una adolecente inmadura,
Impulsiva, e insegura
pero ahora soy otra
Una que piensa antes de arriesgar
una que mirar antes de pisar
Una que trata de olvidar
Antes de contemplar todo
lo que no fue de su vida
Life on the BPD 