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seize-the-drea · 1 year

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así te quiero recordar, lleno de vida y historias que nos contabas seguido

asi te quiero recordar, con cuentos de cruzando puentes y enfrentando animales en el perdido

asi te quiero recordar, con una imaginación que nunca hacia falta

asi te quiero recordar, los días que tuviste tu fe en alta

así te quiero recordar, hombre corajudo y obstinado

así te quiero recordar, cantando canciones con caguama en mano

asi te quiero recordar, descansando después de un largo día y sentado bajo la sombra del arbol

así te quiero recordar, con patios llenos de flores de color como las camelias creciendo hacia el sol

descansa en paz abuelito. el cielo ha recibido un angel nuevo. tomate un caguama por nosotros.

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seize-the-drea · 1 year

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i reap what i sow

the story of self-growth can grow weary and old

but i remind myself no matter the weather: rain or storm

my state of being can still nurture life in new forms

I will never fully get to my perfect end destination

but it’s about the journey

about how i choose to exist in my evolving location

learning to let go of control and just live authentically and fully

learning to ride the ebbs and flows, wherever they pull me

i look back and smile at the wide-eyed 5 year old running free

i look back and wave at the curious 13 year old finding her beliefs

i look back and hug the hurt 23 year old i once used to be

now i stand grounded as the 28 year old with a pocket full of dreams she’s achieved

what’s left to be written is the untold story of 29, 30, 80 year old me

but somehow i know she will be okay; she’s learned to just breathe

breathe in the moment, breathe out negative emotions

im finally in control of the changing waves of this ocean

i have a foundation of love and nutrients needed to survive

now it’s just a matter of tending to my garden and waiting for it to thrive

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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in the face of fading hope

emotions come in waves

like the ocean tides high and low

they remind us of our humanity

tugging at the heart strings of our soul

when death and darkness plague the days

its easy to grow numb and mute; can’t talk

in those moments allow yourself to sit and grieve

but don’t let black holes consume your thoughts

let the pain in, sit with it, but don’t let it dwell

when the world grows cold, protect your light well

don’t let this world turn you numb; that’s what most expect and want

while we continue to live in a historical timeline of trauma with a past that haunts

grocery stores and churches and mosques and schools; places we once considered safe homes

blood and bullets fueled by hate and violence; a sickness we refuse to treat with humanity in policies shown

we should be able to come back from a day of work and school and kiss the ones we love

we shouldn’t have to worry that this could be our last “i love you”, last goodbye, or last hug

our kids deserve to be kids; laugh, play, and run free

instead they are taught at an early age to stay vigilant to evil that lurks in the shadows of trees

our communities deserve to be spaces of warmth and safety; self-sustaining from seeds planted

yet weeds continue to invade, harming the richness and roots we cemented

teachers deserve to teach the truth, teach empathy, and teach the leaders that follow

but how can we teach when we are only fed statements that are blank and hollow

all we continue to see are broken families, empty promises, and days of sorrow

there is hope in change and change in action; together we can push for a better tomorrow

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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a love note to poetry (in honor of poetry month)

how can i speak when too much ink bleeds from my heart and pen

im reserved and quiet but my words crash on the paper surface like deafening waves that bend

i write to unwind the pent up piles of scribbled emotions and thoughts

the words paint a clearer picture, creating meaning from what was once a fogged mind block

poetry is my solace and refuge when i fall to the imprisonment of loneliness + grief

it soothes the hurt that lurks in the dark and sews the unsaid words waiting to be released

it grounds me back to earth where my feet can sink and feel the root of my troubles between toes

this is where my hands dig deep and pull the weeds that suffocate and impede the light from being shown

behind the chaos there is beauty, you just have to look through the cracks

the stories, the healing, the growth; it’s all there tied in a bow of poetic craft

it’s been there all along, just had to overcome the fears holding the words hostage

the magic is still there, i never lost it

my words are my weapon of choice; they fight for love but never start wars

thank you poetry for saving me when i was drowning in my sorrows encased in glass jars

happy poetry month ✨

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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beauty in the chaos

there is beauty in the chaos

luminescence from broken glass

flames rising from ashes of ember

stories carried on from the past

there is beauty in the chaos

moonlight shining in darkness of night

blooming buds in the winter

swarms of birds taking flight

there is beauty in the chaos

you can find light in the cracks

the sun sets but rises again

keep going, you’re on the right track

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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to the women in my life

to the women who in the face of adversity stand strong

to the women who build and stand on tables where they belong

to the women shattering expectations and glass ceilings

to the women pouring vulnerability out from cups of feelings

to the women climbing mountains and blazing their own trails

to the women taking back the microphone and reclaiming their stories and tales

to the women lifting other women up on their shoulders

to the women representing us on diverse stages, screens, and posters

to the women who are leading and moving in silence

to the women recovering and choosing to get up amidst the violence

to the women feeding their families and neighbors

to the woman wearing a cape, who doesn’t need a man to save her

to the women who nurture, guide, listen, and try

to the women who love, lead, cherish, and cry

thank you

thank you to the women who persevere, sacrifice, and radiate light

thank you to the women who conquer, relinquish, and put up a fight

thank you for taking up space in a world that at times tries to dim your existence as a human

history was made because of herstory; there is no progress without the footprints of a woman

happy womens history month to the women in my life who see me and support me and continue to give love ✨

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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i know what it’s like to be alone

to be content in my own company and skin; inside i’ve built my home

i know what it’s like to be alone

to make time to feel emotions, process, and create a life of my own

i know what it’s like to be alone

i’ve built an empire with my community through the years; now i sit on a throne

i know what it’s like to be alone

to be happy for loved ones, cheer them on, and witness trajectories of their lives shown

but just because im content alone does not mean i don’t wish to share this wealth of love i’ve grown

one day i’ll be able to share my heart

the pieces of me that make up a mosaic; my life’s work of art

one day i’ll be able to share my heart

with someone who will cherish it, hold it, and not tear it apart

one day i’ll be able to share my heart

we will build on foundations; building up one another from the start

one day i’ll be able to share my heart

translating all love languages and speaking words that are not fleeting; love that won’t depart

one day i’ll be someone’s first choice

where i feel safe and heard; valued for my voice

one day i’ll share this mirror; although fogged up we will still clearly see

that we are enough as we are; the reflections of two people meant to be

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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you’re enough

learning to find and love myself again

chasing a shadow that sees me but i can’t fully see them

it’s been buried deep within me all along

the beauty, the authenticity, the rawness of it all

we often make ourselves smaller to try and fit inside of a perfect box of someone else’s desire

but we’re more than this; we deserve to ooze out every ember of emotion, every imperfection, every passion & fire

you are never too much or too little

you are just right; somewhere in the middle

life’s too short to spend it worried about the yesterdays and tomorrows

live in the moment and i promise good things will follow

life’s too short to spend it worried about what others will say

you are enough as you are; i promise you’ll see your reflection clearly one day

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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abuelita mía

con pelo gris y piel morena;

mujer y madre con corazón llena

abuelita mía

con 94 años de vida y historias

compartiendo el dolor y felicidad en memorias

abuelita mía

madre soltera y mujer divina- llena de luz para dar

tu fuerza y lucha es grande y tu fe en lo bueno no puede faltar

abuelita mía

quien sacrificó todo y camino calles con sus hijos colgando de los brazos

cruzando puentes y ríos descalza y tierra debajo de los pies lasos

abuelita mía

gracias por regalarme un niñez lleno de imaginación y magia

por todos los veranos aquellos en el patio de la casita blanca te doy gracias

abuelita mía

tu café de olla y quesadillas hechos a mano no tienen comparación

tu sonrisa alumbra cualquier cuarto oscuro; tus palabras dan inspiración

abuelita mía

así como das vida a tus plantas y camelias de color

tu cariño nos da esfuerzo para seguir dando y compartiendo amor

gracias por tus sacrificios, tus labores de amor, y por hacer este pueblito sentirse como un hogar ❤️

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seize-the-drea · 2 years

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