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I have been thinking a lot about victimization and the right to complain. Tightly coiling both those topics together is the right to be human and to exist. In a poem I put up on my Instagram story a few weeks ago titled: Basic Human Decency; I talk about how certain things that are supposed to be a given in our society aren’t. Basic things like respect and love and something as simple as recognition. With that in mind, I recognize that we’re living in a society that heavily puts attention to each other’s faults and on areas that we may not have been paying attention to before. Along with that heavy load of information that we should not complain about but rather commit to educating ourselves one social issue at a time, there are so many people choosing to hold on to their shortcomings and misfortunes for dear life. Something like someone not recognizing you and who you are, that they or something hurt you, though it is a hurtful thing that shouldn’t be happening but it is not a cri...

POEM 1 She told me it was worth it, that I should go ahead  Told me to give all my heart  Then she took it all away  She sent her daughter, Love to come mingle inside me  Made me break every rule then threw me out at sea I stood there on a cliff that had two ends to its name  Forced to choose, I chose my life  I would be happier this way Now out at sea, I worry about the one I left on the cliff  I pray he won't jump after me for surely he will not live I pray that remembers that the love we shared was real  That I would have made it last forever and ever if only it was Her will I won't curse Fate's children For all the pain they have caused Because they hold my future and could keep me from my man  But maybe it's not the end, Maybe they'll bring us together some day maybe that's the plan. ... Thank you for your support on this blog. I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This weekend there are few announcements. The first one is that t...

MILK AND HONEY – A REVIEW I recently purchased my copy of milk and honey by Rupi Kaur (Finally) and I am here to share my thoughts and experiences. I often like to research an author either before I read their work or after – just to get a sense of who they are and what others say about them. Rupi was no exception. After watching many reviews and interviews of hers on YouTube, reading a few articles I finally sat down to read the book. There were various elements of her books that I liked for example her cover (I have a thing for bees), the structure of the book which is divided into four parts namely: The hurting, the loving, the breaking and the healing. Despite the lack of punctuation and simplicity in writing for which Kaur is often criticized, I enjoyed reading this book. The lack of punctuation did make it difficult to get the sense of the general flow of the poem but eventually the message got across. I am a big fan of poets breaking the laws of language so this is not som...

The journey of the creative   It’s a curse To notice the way sunflowers sway with the moon Even though they don’t like him I see heaven’s smile in the sky sometimes And rename myself thankful For life is but a nightmare and a dream A nightmare that is my dream   The breeze blows through my hair and I become weightless like a dandelion I’m flying through the minds of all those who’ve hurt before Looking through to my past life as a Spanish doctor Loving and true Hips wider that her guitar she dances every night to calm her relatives   I’m flying into a future where skyscrapers are not high enough to reach my hopes Twinkling adventures in a city I’ve never been Secret love affairs I have yet to encounter but have already felt and cried for   Crying leads me into the ocean There I swim with the jellyfish Find peace among the reeds and reefs Smile and wake up alone in my bed A dream that was once a nightmare A nightmare tha...

I've spent most of this week trying to protect my energy. I am well aware of the things that were taking place in the world around me and I feel the need to say that for me, hearing about such news and seeing disturbing scenes such as the ones that have been all over social media is a norm. I am part of the percentage of people who fall into every category of discrimination there could ever be. I have had this conversation and you have too and it's been shoved in your face all week. For that reason this week blog post will not add to the stress and anxiety but instead I'm hear to give you something to smile about and perhaps some tools to help you out. picture take from Pulse headlines Earlier this week a friend of mine shared a tweet about helping to protect your energy and ease some of the anxiety during this time. I will link it below. With that said, here's my cute story: The last 7 days have been spent in a weird state of euphoria. I was just really happy. I remem...

Bed Peace : Insomnia  The second poem titled Bed Peace in this collection. This one would take a less metaphorical stance it's predecessor  that spoke about racial supremacy in interracial relationships. I am actually speaking about getting  peace in bed. A peaceful night's sleep.  It's no big surprise that I wrote this poem on a night when I couldn't sleep but I think what bothered me so much is how I had no sensible reason to be up that night. I was not thinking about anything, I wasn't stressing, I had had a busy day and had gone to the gym at the end of the day. I had every reason to pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow yet here I was; eyes wide open waiting for something to hit.  I remember reading somewhere that peace was required for good sleep and it had me think: so if one has no peace in their heart could that be reason they would be tossing and turning and fighting to get some shut eye?  And perhaps it is true, that even if you do manage to...

Run from 3002 Synonyms for Goodbye He keeps warning me of the bad person he is Reminds himself of the times he’s been selfish Of the hearts he’s broken And the dried up wound he once gnawed open just to sprinkle salt over it so it could burn again Tells me, To be careful Reminds me to buckle up Or perhaps run away before the pain gets too much for me to handle What he doesn’t know Is I’m worse I am the hurricane without cold front The man flu without the first shiver The shark bite without the fin above the water The cancer without the lump I come like a wild fire Refusing to be tamed Inside me is a hungry lioness that only eats your pain And when she bites she opens up her heart so freely You think its Love-It looks like freedom You get blinded by the magnificence you forget you’re looking at sharp teeth And an empty stomach When she feeds She feeds selfishly, leftovers are for the broken She will never be broken But in the end someone has to be So maybe...