I used to see you through rose colored lenses. Red, blue, green, like the primary colors of a rainbow. Beauty that could only be expressed as the child birthed from the seeds that were planted in my heart. For me, you defined love It was pure, innocent, like a baby’s laugh or like snowflakes in winter falling on my face. You were perfect… Always waiting … Continue reading Dear Brooklyn…
I live to inspire. Why? Simply because to inspire another human being is the one gift in which the giver both gives and receives. You give the gift of yourself to another who in turn uses that to become a better version of themselves. I live to inspire, by my actions, my thoughts, and my words. I live to inspire because it is what we’re … Continue reading Live To Inspire…
The women of my day, forget what makes them priceless. Your Louis bag, designer shoes and v.i.p don’t make you righteous! I’ve been there and dropped it! You only impress your foes. Greedy envy will lurk at your door! You work really hard and still live poor! You have bitches hatin, guys big facing, yet you’ll still yearn for more! That’s because your hunger comes … Continue reading SPENT!
SHE CARRIED HER AIDS LIKE AN AMERICAN EXPRESS CARD. NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT SHE WALKS IN THE MEMORY OF HER MISTAKES. EACH STEP, THROUGH THE STREETS SHE ONCE RAKED! FOR CIGARETTE BUTTS, WHILE SHE WAS HIGH, SO HIGH OFF HER FACE SHE WALKS WITH A CHILD, WHO IS SCARED AND DISGRACED! SHE IS TORN, BUT ADDICTION TAKES PRIDE IN ITS PLACE! SHE IS STUCK … Continue reading HOPELESS (Aids Awareness)
I have been loved, admired and adored, but I have never been loved they way he loves me. The way he looks at me, the way he holds me. He puts my life into persepective. His love is so honest and so genuine. I, to him, am his life. I am the only woman that will be in that place of his heart. He holds me … Continue reading He Is…The Love of My Life
By Pedro Pietri They worked They were always on time They were never late They never spoke back when they were insulted They worked They never took days off that were not on the calendar They never went on strike without permission They worked ten days a week and were only paid for five They worked They worked They worked and they died They died broke … Continue reading Puerto Rican Obituary
I don’t know what it feels like but I can imagine, the love between a mother and child The inexplicable connection that is formed even when the umbilical cord is cut and that new life is no longer physically attached to the body I don’t know what it feels like but I can imagine, It’s the immediate need to love, nurture, and protect your greatest asset; … Continue reading Imagining Beauty
I wear my heritage proudly, it is the essence of my being It’s in my tanned skinned, curly hair, and all that is visible to the naked eye It is also in my speech, and in the way the words roll off my tongue It’s in the way she says “que dios te bendiga niña” when I ask for her bendicion It’s in the … Continue reading This Is Me…
The sun shone bright on her skin. It penetrated deep within her pores warming up her soul just like his kiss used to. Stimulating parts within her that she didn’t even know existed. This was love. Hot, steamy, intoxicating; lost in her own thoughts on a cloud so high that she never wanted to come down. She floated in and out of his love, always … Continue reading Soul Colored Love
I’VE LET THE PAST GO, LIKE IT WAS OPERATION REPO! LET THE PAIN SUBSIDE, AS IF IT WERE ONLY A MERE JOKE. NOW I SIT AND WONDER WAS LOVE A FRIEND OR A FOE? CAME HERE WITH A TRUNK FULL OF HEARTBREAK AND A TANK FULL OF GAS! YEAH I WAS FOOLED, BUT YOUR GAME DIDN’T LAST! IN FACT IT WAS SO WEAK, YOU STUFFED … Continue reading I’M GOOD!!
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