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Poetry: Sadness

I wrote this in May of 2003 when I was depressed. At the time, I didn’t think about getting help. I also didn’t understand what was happening to me. No one knew because I had become a master as masking my emotions. Instead poetry was my therapy.

depression is rough

The sadness creeps up on me
like a wild animal
upon its prey
Slowly but surely
I become all too quickly
Miserable again
I ponder the question
Why, why, WHY?
I am young and healthy
Yet I begin to feel
like I’m slipping on thin ice
and what scares me the most
is
I DON”T KNOW WHY?

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Poetry: Pretty Princess

me in 2018

I wrote this poem in 2019 while going through a deep depression and reflecting on my crazy year of 2018. I put myself in a place where I was constantly objectified by men and even my friends. It felt good since at that time I felt the high of unhealthy validation for a while but then it got tiring.

Princess 

They call me 

They treat me as such

A Princess

Stuck in a tower

Of a dead end life

A Princess

Objectified 

By everyone 

From strange men

To 

So called good friends

A princess 

Everyone wants to

Save, compliment, or fuck 

But rarely love

Pretty princess

Trapped within 

The walls of a sexist society

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Poesia: Gracias

Este poema lo escribí en el 2000. Estaba loca por alguien que me hacía sentir todo.

💘💘💘

Gracias por las noches apasionadas
Que me has brindado
Gracias por tu sonrisa
y esa boca que me vuelve loca
Esas manos que me hacen
Derretir como el sol al hielo
Gracias por llegar a mi vida
Aunque sea por un momento
Gracias por estar aquí

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Poetry: Memory

This was another poem I wrote about the first Andrew in early 2003. I think I was dreaming about him a lot and got inspired. I think at the time I kept returning to this past memory of love because I wanted to hold on to the hope that someone like the first Andrew was out there for me.

The memory of you visits me
And a realization washes over me
You were the light in the dark tunnel
in my then hopeless life
You were the song in my heart
That I can’t stop seem to stop playing
Now matter how loud the music
Of my new life tries to drown you out