Brilla

Your light beams from the highest mountains to the tallest skyscrapers You don’t notice it, you don’t believe it “I’m not good enough”, “my hair is too short”, “he likes tall girls” You are luminous Your light beams in their eyes, and you don’t know it What your father said isn’t true What your obsessive…

Raspados= Happiness

Raspados, also known as shaved ice, remind me of my childhood. The “raspado man” waited every day outside of my elementary school to sell his delicious frozen treats! I remember waiting for the raspado to melt, so that I could drink the juice it created. I handed him my four quarters, and in exchange he handed…

A Colorful Portrait

You radiate. You are abstract: a colorful portrait in a worn out and rather gloomy city. A misinterpreted work of art. You shine. You are complex: vividly beautiful in a dull and somber city. A different form of beauty. You are wanted and needed. You are in an overcrowded market filled with wannabe’s and look-alike’s….

I cried for him… and so did the onions

The sterling knife cuts through her onions as well as it cuts through my heart “Mami, porque estas llorando?” “Es por la cebolla mija” Another b.s excuse as to why she’s crying That bastard hurt her again Poco hombre, como lo odio… The knife cuts through her soul and her humility disintegrates I worry if…

Walk Away

We see obvious pain, yet crawl into the toxicity of the liaison Ignoring the chains and remaining vain He’s caged you in, but he “loves you”, right? He won’t do it again, right? Another slap Another push Another kiss Brush it off because the pain is affirmation that he loves you Brush it off because…

Story on Stuff

https://youtu.be/9GorqroigqM The Story of Stuff reveals the truth about where our stuff goes and comes from. The majority of people in the U.S dismiss all the steps and are probably unaware of them, as I was prior to this video. The cycle of stuff is broken into 5 steps: extraction, production, distribution, consumption, and disposal….

Heavy Ocean

The dark colored backpack I carry on my back resembles the ocean at night. Filled with all sorts of wonders and trash. I gently remove the items from my backpack, careful not to pull on any bags that may carry crumbs and cause disaster, and then I begin wondering why I carry this unnecessary crap…

Stand By

I have been awaiting a miracle Like the flowers that wait to flourish For someone or something Like the person waiting for the train Only to bring them back and forth To their home, To their job Aren’t they tired of it? Everyday being the same? I’m waiting… Staring at the clock drains me I’m…

Tajín and Cucumber. Do you feel alive?

The significance of a cucumber is mere. It’s a green long fruit that almost looks like the prune emoji, or is mimicked as one. You know, people joke that it’s a pecker. Who likes cucumber anyway? Do you? I do. It’s fresh. I thoroughly enjoy peeling its skin off, chopping it, and dipping it with…

A Form of Beauty in A City Filled With Fear

I went on a walk today and captured this. My broken iPhone 6 does not allow me to capture all of its beauty, but you gotta work with what ya got. Financially speaking, I was a poor kid but my persona has always been rich. So, this broken iPhone is a luxury for me. Nonetheless,…

Sandra

” I try to be as honest about what I see and to speak rather than be silent, especially if it means I can save lives, or serve humanity.”- Sandra Cisneros I read The House on Mango Street in 6th grade. I was a mere teenager who was clueless about the world. This is when…