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The Fabric that tried to bury us (excerpt)

  It has been so long since I “published” something here! But given that I am doing a "countdown to my 40” where I am doing something I love and enjoy everyday for a month, I thought I would start with one of my favorite things, which is writing for self expression.This is an excerpt from a poem I wrote at pretty early in the morning around 5am on Thanksgiving day. It actually just sort of happened, I could not go back to sleep. I had a lot of thoughts and reflections on my mind, so I began to write things down on my phone notes section. As I was writing things, it started to feel like this “narrative" and this “story”- a story that began with this feeling…like a large cloth/fabric was trying to “bury" me, and/or us (us women) especially in this social and political climate. These times have made me think about my culture and womanhood more than ever. I hope that this gives voice to the collective emotions others might be having, and it helps liberate us from those diffi...

Growth

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                           Growth                                                                "I p lanted seeds where pain used to grow                   Beauty flourishes...                    But every push towards the sun makes it sore"                                                                         ...

Hope-athy

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 Hope-athy

The Stones That I Carry...

The Stones That I Carry... Some stones are bigger than others and heavier to bear. I should let go of some but they've made their way into despair. Not wanting to burden anyone, I pretend to live a life that is ordinary,  and no one ever knows all the stones that I carry. 

The Wild in Me...

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The Wild in Me, Is the Me, I’ve been conditioned to fear, The wild in me showed me what it was to just be, It has grown from my saddest moments and accepted my tears, The wild in me has become friends with my anger; “the enemy” That part of me that no one dares to see, Once drenched in shame threatening to pollute my body, Denying its impulse, and its strength only made me feel heartache, The wild in me is brave, it doesn’t care for acceptance, It loves unconditionally, without any resistance.  Mercedes Vega (2017) Watercolor marker illustration, (2016)