Mi corazón se rehúsa a dejarte no importa que duro lo intento no importa con quien estoy para escapar los pensamientos de ti es inmoral que te ame pero mi corazón es demasiado salvaje para escuchar logica y razon te quiere a ti y solo a ti
I’m constantly shunned from men who profess their love when I show up feral and without a filter They’ll call me their princess until I show them my wild They always love me beautiful and submissive and they leave when I get assertive and subversive They feel deceived when they fall for a polite princess And somehow end up with an amazon Queen Maybe it’s the Incan in me who can’t reign it in They say, “you’re too much, you’re too crazy” Is there a man out there who can handle my duality?
Sola, ella realiza su potencial Sola, ella conoce su poder Sola, ella entiende que siempre fue suficiente y después de tantas desilusiones amorosas ella está agotada y prefiere su soledad que le da libertad y paz
Stuck in between Spanish and English is a bilingual nightmare constantly switching between languages gives me a lifelong jaqueca and at times I don’t get it right it’s switching between two identities Latina or American it gets hard and confusing at times but it’s who I am Hablo con mamá en Español I speak to my sons in English Hablo con los pacientes en Español I speak to my coworkers in English and to code switch parece una comedia I’m told that I’m fun and loud en Español pero soy profesional y reservada in English eventually I learn to meld my American and Latina personalities and I find my most authentic bilingual and bicultural identity
las mariposas que siento por ti se convierten en poemas de amor aunque nuestro amor nunca pueda ser y tú perteneces a otra tengo que reconocer que eres el nuevo objeto de mi inspiración que se está volviendo en una obsesión
one day the karens will rise up and protest on the streets with their short blond hair auspiciously blowing in the wind and their know it all smirks, armed with latest iphones in their gucci bags with signs that say, live, laugh and love or I want to speak to the manager they’ll stomp in their $100 uggs with a purpose to be seen and heard with a purpose to complain about everything wrong in their world with a purpose to take their name back one will get on the megaphone and talk about the oppression they face because of their name or the pale color of their skin or their higher social status and people-well they’ll laugh at them, they’ll love the absurdity of their message and live for this-the least empowering moment in history
I am restless and unsettled realizing you never loved me I was just another girl to you nothing special, nothing meaningful just someone temporary to pass the time with I’m growing tired of this repetitive story Another love that expires when I ask for something more Another story that starts off with so much promise only to end up as another tragedy