Happy Mother’s Day! I wrote this poem in April of last year inspired by my sons.
us in May of 2022
finding someone to love used to be a priority until love burned me one too many times besides Iβve always had 3 somebodies to love that always deserved all of my attention with them Iβm never alone with them there will always be inspiration with them my love overflows at this point, it would be useless for anyone to compete with this complete kind of love
Happy international Nurse’s Day to all the nurses and especially my favorite nurse, my sister. We’ve had a complicated relationship through most of my life but within the past few years, our relationship has gotten a lot better. I have more to say about this but that calls for a longer blog post in the future. Today, I want to honor her for being the awesome human being that she is. Below is a picture of us at a concert we went in July of 2022 and a poem I wrote in December of 2021 when she turned 47.
me and my sister in July of 2022
To My Sister On Her 47th birthday
you’re 3 years away 50 but still look like you’re in your 30’s Has anyone told you how amazing you are? Have our parents loved you out loud?
I’ve always admired you for your fortitude and resilience but wish for you to have peace and an opportunity to be soft
I get it though – It is hard to be soft in a society that expects you resemble a tower of strength, where you take care of everyone first and put yourself last It was something you had to learn at a young age
you used to be the Villian in my book at times, but lately I think of you as the victim and the victor_
Youβre a victim of life- the victim because of the pressure you were put under for being the oldest the victim for being a woman of color in a racist and sexist society
But you’re also the victor- the victor never giving up- no matter how fucked up life got for you the victor for facing shit head on without any fucks and with an intimidating confidence (maybe thatβs why I was jealous)
oh sister of mine, on your 47th year-I hope. you get to sit and enjoy the wonderful life youβve created
I wrote this poem in May of 2022 inspired by this “woke” white woman. Lol.
youβre nothing but a selfish and narcissistic attention whore constantly craving the limelight by posting long and stupid ridden Facebook statuses about the βtruthβ of the injustice you see injecting yourself as the voice of minorities it all unveils your world of deep seated insecurities and the irony of all of this is should you know better since youβre a therapist but apparently youβre still dumb as fuck It doesn’t matter how many degrees you have-you still reek of ignorance
Iβd rather live in music, daydreams, and fantasies than face the monotony and routine of real life who wants to deal with spreadsheets when I can get lost in dreams about finding the one who wants to answer to karenβs idiotic questions when I got taylor swift on repeat who wants to open and read another email about another stupid workplace policy when I can fantasize about the best sex I had the a few nights ago real life is too boring for me when I have music, daydreams, and fantasies waiting to inspire the writer in me
DistraΓda, distraΓda, distraΓda siempre fui asΓ porque la fantasΓa siempre es mejor que la realidad porque necesitaba escapar la durez de mi vida vivir en sueΓ±os es mejor que vivir la vida que muchas veces me dejan rota y triste con las desgracias que me pasan distraΓda, distraΓda, distraΓda siempre sere asi mientras tengo vida en mi
busco la adrenalina de amor en los brazos de otro pero no siento nada cuando el me toca, cuando el me hace el amor y finjo sentir algo para que el acabe y me pueda levantar y irme a mi casa donde lloro y lloro lΓ‘grimas inΓΊtiles mientras escucho a Alejandro Sanz y escribo poemas acerca de la soledad infernal que vivo cada dΓa que trato de superar
Happy Asian American and Pacific Islander Month! I wrote this poem inspired by my favorite Asian American, my oldest son.
me and my oldest in 1999
I was young and so stupid a kid having another kid but with you I grew up and learned the meaning of love youβre everything a mother could want a wonderful and amazing son and while Iβll feel some grief the day youβll your spread wings Iβll feel a special kind of pride as I watch you shine your golden light
I wonder where all of my money goes but then I go home to the bottomless pits that are my kids and then I go upstairs to my bedroom where my closet is exploding with clothes and then I look under bed full of shoes and then I go downstairs to my record player and looks at my various vinyls and we wonβt even talk about my newly acquired furniture from Amazon now I understand my money goes to my busy life and my BPD spending impulsivity
vivo de recuerdos y sueΓ±os de lo que alguna vez fuimos y quisiera morir que vivir en esta soledad opaca y amarga donde lloro lagrimas que tu nunca veras y escribo cartas y poemas que tΓΊ nunca leerΓ‘s
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck everyone Is my mood stabilizer working yet? and fuck, fuck, fuck my brain chemistry it makes me so angry and crazy Sometimes Iβd rather feel nothing than constantly feeling everything Between my anxiety, depression, bipolar And bpd I canβt trust my brain to tell me the difference between right and wrong I canβt trust my heart if my feelings are valid or if itβs inner critic preying on my insecurities on day likes this Iβd rather disappear because being me gets so exhausting
your wretched goodbye brought a radical change within me left behind was the naive girl who fell in love with you left behind was the stupid bitch who made a home in you left behind was the insecure woman who made you her world the woman who stands before you made a 360 turn the woman who stands before lives life according to her own terms without apologizing, without accommodation, without toning herself down the woman you left behind no longer exists she turned into ashes and out of the ashes turned into a brave and powerful queen who learned that her love is the rarest type of jewel that she reserves only for those who love her and accept her exactly as she is