Para siempre 

Me encontraste en un océano de gente. Una simple gota en lo ilimitado.  Extendiste tu mano como una cadena – esperando que yo me atrapara.  Sin querer, sin sabiendo que esperaba, la corriente me llevó a ti. Me enganche en tu cadena. Seguíamos el moviendo – los sonidos y las luces. Solos y ahogados en […]

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Number 709

674?! Number 674. I’m number 709. This is going to take a while. Diversity is beautiful. I see people from Mexico, India, England and the Middle East. We all want the same thing . People are here alone, with their best friends, lovers and then those who are alone. Like me.  Although we are all […]

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Diana: A Tragic Comedy 

Soy la niña de la calle frijol – piel morena – nopal en la frente y patas de Michoacán.  Mis pies corrieron sobre el cerro! y yo todo el tiempo preguntando “y porque nos escondemos?”   Mi mama dijo – “emos llegado a la tierra de leche y miel,” – nunca sabia que las abejas […]

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Just 28

As I part my hair, I see another. That silver thread peaking out of my scalp, “number 9!” I say; as I count the gray hairs in my head. Perhaps I’ll be a silver fox giving my already stand off look more edge?  I sit and reflect on my accomplishments. I reflect on my failures, […]

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Only if I turned Green

It starts as a spark. Someone says something that rubs you the wrong way, and away you go. It seaps into your spine like cold water over a hot pan…you hear it sizzle. The bubbles boil and then your skin tightens. Your teeth grind back and forth as they try to make a sentence, “stop.” […]

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Sweet Child of Hers

Sonder. You are background to another’s life. Yet you are the lead role in your own little production called, “Tu Vida” Then when you least expect it – he enters; Scene 6 Act 12 You get introduced  and he hesitates making eye contact. You make a joke to break the ice, he doesn’t smile or laugh, but […]

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My Story is not Uncommon

There is an urge to share my story – yet an urge to share just enough. You see, I am just shaking off the fear that is attached to my identity. I am an undocumented person living in the United States and thanks to DACA, I am able to shake the fear off (temporarily). It […]

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