Poetry
“Alone Again” is one of my first works as a poet and one of the most personal of my poetry. It’s inspired by each depressive episode I went through in the year of 2017. Loneliness is a huge factor in my poetry, and it’s also the most real and hard-hitting feeling that can relate to
I have existed in the mind of many, yet few can write me. They have written me as the chosen one. But they think every female chosen one still needs a man by her side (a man who will mistreat and disrespect me). They will doubt my abilities and strategies and they will “save me from
“This is a short poem about divorce. I thought of many ways to express divorce; some of my poems ran for pages. But in the end I thought that it was too hard to express something so ubiquitous yet obsolete–an experience that is so different for everyone– so I kept my thoughts concise. I hope
I have never been one to call myself a “writer” nor did I consider writing a talent until I realized the people around me felt the same towards me and other aspiring “writers.” It felt as if our writing was not considered anything special because our names were not considered anything special. We were not
This poem is an ode to those who brighten up grey, gloomy, late-morning classrooms; those who manage to exude radiance where there is none; those who glow in the dark. I heard about your secret: that after you’ve switched off your light, your skin becomes phosphorescent. I heard that you glow in the dark. Your
Anxiety affects many people of all ages. It’s something that you feel, and it can overwhelm you. I wanted to give a representation of what an anxiety attack feels like to those who may not understand. To those who do understand, you are not alone. I am breathing in fire and exhaling needles and pins.
As a Black young male living in America, I am a part of an endangered species, and that needs to be changed. We as a society have become ignorant to the constant aggression toward African Americans in modern times, and it must stop now. Brother, why you dying in yo momma’s arms By men who
Usually, when these kind of poems are written, it is the other way around — the writer is the one expressing their sorrow over their broken heart. This time, the roles are reversed. I, the writer, am left tormented with the fact that I broke someone else’s heart, and it is something that will stick
For someone, who grow up in a Cuban immigrant family my Spanish should be much more fluent than it is. I am fluent but unlike with English, Spanish words do not come as easily to me. When I was a little girl, Spanish used to be easier for me to speak but then I became
This poem was influenced by the ever coming and going people in my life. In my experience, it is as if souls come and go through a revolving door, leaving whenever they please. This takes a heavy toll on my heart; however, I have to remind myself that the higher power will place people in
This is a poem about some of my various experiences throughout 2017 and how they differ compared to where I am at the end of 2017 and the beginning of 2018. The poem shows how one can grow over the course of a year, as well as how I have done so in regards to
