Uncolonizing YourSelf

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I told myself, I was not enough

I needed to lose weight

put makeup on

smile more, be better

much better, until I was good enough

when I was good enough

I had to figure out, good enough, again

again, again and again

be nice, be the bigger person

condition myself to become

what I was told

the magazine told me

if I just do one more thing

I may get there, until the next

publication

my flesh held on to pain

my body pushed down,

emotion, my own voice, what I wanted

beyond the noise, remorse

After experience, life happens; you wake up

to realize, those voices

those thoughts and experiences

were the article, story, image

portrayal, conditioning, molding

shaping of the perfect woman

unrealistic expectations

merely decorations

to achieve the unachievable

until the next publication

I stopped buying and started doing

Now, I hear me, in the silence

The silence I subscribed to says

I am enough, I am awake

without needing validation or approval

I do it for me

I like that magazine subscription

Wisdom Has No Age

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Silver strands woven into my hair

Finally growing into the body I always felt I was

older than my years inside

younger than my peers outside

with curves that called the flesh

and a mind that rejected the thought

of a permanent shallow existence

always older than my years

younger than I needed to look

always enough, but feeling not good enough

It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness

anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,

disillusion, honesty, to finally

fully realize, it was social conditioning

In a world of men, women can think too

I was never too loud or too much

I was always more than enough

Now it is your turn

To Hush

A letter on behalf of my Mother to her younger self.

Erase and Replace

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Erase the trauma

the ill-intended word

the I can’t, and you won’t

the, it is still not your turn

the, you are not lovable

you are too loud or too much

Replace with healing

with words of self-worth

you can and allow

it is always your right to vote

Erase the blocks of your life

and replace with what grows you

you are deserving of love

speak up take up space

time to shine

Daily Affirmations

Pain to Art

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Pain is a friend

suffering the inspiration

attachments, familiar, toxic

it seeps into the core

that is how great art is birthed

the most profound, touching work

emerged from tragedy

submerged in agony

exposed through art

for art is pain’s medium

inspiration on canvas

Pain is part of life

but we don’t have to live there

we only reminisce

through words, paint, music, or creations

The Synchronicity of Life or Coincidence

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To Hate is To Love

To Loose is To Win

To Have is To Not Have

The Paradox of Life

That you must know one

To appreciate the other

Synchronicity, Coincidence, Destiny, Events, Tonalli

We decide the meaning

We decide the journey

We accept the blessing or the lesson

Because we live regardless, every day

Until We Learn To Sail

What are Words?

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Words are whispers

Words have power

Words have life

Words have oxygen

Words have death

Words have misery

Words love company

Words, What are Words?

They are exactly

What you wish them to mean

Enough is NEVER Enough for The Ungrateful

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In the mirror

In the neighbor

In the next door

In the next thing

In the morning

In the night

In the wind

In the storm

In the light

In the dark

Happiness

Is an inside job

You could have it all

You could have enough

You could have more than enough

Yet never enough

Yet still want

always looking, never finding

Never knowing, the present is the only constant

but for some NEVER Enough

Check Point

Wrong or Right?

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Wrong or Right?

Right or Wrong?

Can start a war

Can break a child

Can create friction

Can cause addiction

Wrong or Right?

Right or Wrong?

If you have to be Wrong or Right

Can you be Right or Wrong?

Who would be Wrong or Right?

What remains?

If you are not in?

You will be out?

Then you are simply happy

at peace, content, awake, present

choiceless is a choice

The Stages of Grief or Life as we know it

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denial

anger

bargaining

depression

acceptance

the stages of grief

the states of life experience

everyone experiences

in no particular order

over and over for some

the longer you meddle in each

the longer the moment per stage

to heal is to know

life is always a moment

of anger to forgiveness

bargaining to acceptance

depression to happiness

acceptance to being in the present

duality of the journey

we call life

You Bloom Every Day

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Beginnings are endings

and endings are beginnings

on a Monday

First of the week

First of the month

on a New Year Resolution

Who is to say

When your beginning starts?

When every day

is a new day to start

or a new day to continue

Lost and Found

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looked around

looked sideways

gazed to the heavens

envisioned down under

blindness surrounded

eyes wide open

clockwise, counter-clockwise

reflections, projections, observations

dimensions, creations, obsessions

closed my eyes

trusted the journey

looked within

there I am

I am awareness

acceptance

in our own way

each of us is

You Live Many Lives in One Life Time

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We only live more than once

if you live your life well

you only need to live once

but you live many times

every time life transitions

you lose a little life

you gain a little life

you only live more than once

in many forms, if you choose wisdom

you live well, many times over

The Past Hold Clues

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The past holds clues

Perhaps a different view

History repeats itself

and if we are willing to

silence, listen, feel, touch, see, taste, smell, submerge

we may learn, heal, feel, and emerge

Perhaps a different view

The past holds clues

Nirvana

Mustard Seed Lessons

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A tiny mustard seed

Blossoms into a tree

that produces life

healing, nourishing

purifying air

providing oxygen

decomposing

fertilizing

procreating

multiplying

feeding

the rain comes

the winds blow

but still, it grows

to form one tree

that came

from a tiny seed

who are you?

to limit me

who am I?

to limit myself

Walk On The Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Wide Bridges

Low Bridges

High Bridges

Bridges Made of Brick

Bridges in Cement or Stone

Suspended in the air

Stationary Swings

Hanging from a Limb

Can I walk across or leap?

I ponder and think

I’ll never know

unless I do

so there I go

see you on the other side

The Air I Breath

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Breath in

The Abundance of Life

The sexiness in my walk

The sublimity of my words

The vibration in my dance

Breath out

The non-deserved oppressions

The scorns and obsessions

The daggers in syllables

The blockages in movements

Breath In

All your cans

All you deserve

All you can manifest

All you can Believe

All you have worked for

Breath out

All “you cannot”

All you should “wait” “for”

All the “that’s not for you”

All the “how dare you?”

All the “still not good enough”

Breath in

Breath out

Breath in

Breath out

on your own

Manifest

Celebrate

Take up Space

Speak UP

Be Comfortably Uncomfortable

Repeat

Breath IN

Breath OUT

You Belong

Filter

I know what I know, but then again I may not know.

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There are hearts that seek loving
there are hearts that keep hoping
there are no distant boundaries
or an organized Calvary
There are souls that seek silence
and there are souls that seek kindness
In the challenge of me
It can only be solved as we
So hearts seek a home
a place to belong

nothing is linear

Chance or Change, Everyday Choice

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What is forgiveness without acceptance?
What is acceptance without forgiveness?
What is judgment alongside ignorance?
What is ignorance alongside judgment?

For the highest of places
May not hold all graces
and the lowest of holes
may not be, the lowest of forms

Painters paint life through a brush
and Songs tell of life with a crush
writers with each seamless verse
and artists through motion, paint, music, and words

lethal actions and words

healing actions and verse

but wait! you are not alone
can’t you see in this life we live
only our minds will get what we give

So when you find yourself alone
perhaps with another or simply at home
kindly remind yourself
that the story that matters most
is the one we create on our own

for unkind words and hateful souls
may only speak, but for a while
but loving hearts and careful thoughts
will create a legacy beyond the idle

forgiveness without acceptance
acceptance without forgiveness

judgment alongside ignorance

ignorance alongside judgment
True Death

Thankfully We are Alive
and today

is another day
to Start

LetyM

The Power of Worlds The Power of Words

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Superficial words

can be sticks with folds

the stones that cast

at best a past

that is brought to the present

to harm the unborn cresent

but if you don’t swim deep

what would you keep?

would you be able to see?

if you are always protective

and always neglecting

what would you be?

vulnerability is like this

you birth

expose

regress

progress

fall

rise

live

die

until one day

you think no more

you choose to exist

flaws included

and that is all

With an Open Mind and an Open Heart

happy valentine's day

Acceptance

When the day has gone
and the night has come
Did I help create
or perhaps neglect

Did I stand up for another?
Did I speak for my brother?
Did I speak for myself?
Did I choose the words to spell?

Was it a given assumption
without given corruption
In the impact we make
and the words that partake
Did they come from within
or were they next to kin

With deeper reflection
without making exception
did I listen, more than speak
did I silence, more then preach
Did I take the time to be still
and make sure my words are my will

When we shed the cloth of numbers
and the illness given hungers
the judgment in skin colors
or the labels posted somber

When we look into the mirror
and we see internal heroes
perhaps, than perhaps
we may say, I see you
turn our face to another
and without paying a matter
we may say, I see you

When I look in the mirror

and I let go of assumptions

let go of expectations

let go of the imaginations

let go of the proclamations

and I take a deeper look

I see myself

ACCEPTANCE

No Soy Calladita

Word

No Soy Calladita

No soy calladita

No quiero ser la más bonita

Calladita te ves más bonita

Mujer tienes que ser calladita

I am not silent

Beauty is not silence

Silence makes you pretty

To have beauty, you must be silenced

I don’t want to fit in

I don’t want to sit still

I don’t want to smile

I don’t want to be silenced

I don’t walk behind you

I don’t walk before you

I don’t walk with you

If that means I can’t speak

I don’t bow to your words

So don’t silence my cords

Don’t reach out for my lips

When your mouth bellows, scorns

Regurgitated words

That stab backs like sinister swords

Calladita te vez más bonita

While I sit there and mourn

The loss of the Niña

The fading of a girl

The disappearance of innocence

The potential of a leader

Calladita NO more

Calladita te vez más bonita

In a world not meant for you

Calladita no te ves más bonita

In a world meant for you

No seas calladita

Speak up and be bonita

The world is waiting

Earth Does Not Need Us, We Need It.

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Tears on my face

They drip and they lace

The many interactions

The many inactions

To save this place

We always race

To destroy and erase

What we cannot replace

Earth

Drip down my cheeks

Pollution slowly creeps

Earth

I take a deep breath

Because I don’t know

When I’ll take my last breath

I only know

Earth

We need it

Reflections

Life is a token
moments unspoken
living a series
of fun and quite serious

Time is of the essence
When we realize our presence
Choosing moments as given
Our lives can be driven

What comes, goes
what goes, comes
what rises, falls
what falls, rises
what is, isn’t
what isn’t, is
what will be, was
what was, will be
what we speak, is silenced
what we silence, speaks

A labyrinth in roads
My skin deflects swords
allowing the essence
necessary for presence

To see is to love
To be is to have
To touch is to taste
The Choice of the Brave

Life is a token
moments unspoken

LetyM

Falling & Rising

What do you see?

Falling or Rising

Rising or Falling

What butterflies do

When they grow in the darkness

They sit, they grow, they shape, they form

Upside-down encapsulated, protected, Secured

Eventually, they form, flourish, and rise

From Darkness to Light

The Darkness protecting the Monarch to be

What if the light was your darkness?

What if the darkness was your light?

Rising or Falling

Falling or Rising

What if you walked upside down and inside out?

What if your fall was your rise?

What if your darkest moments were the light you needed?

What if your toughest challenges were your securement?

What if your difficulties lead you to your blessings?

What if you fall but you are actually rising?

What if you are rising but feel like you are falling?

Rising or Falling

Falling or Rising

What do you see?

Can you actually see?

Rising or Falling

Falling or Rising

Dare You To Look

happy valentine's day

Have you ever stopped to think

in the seconds of a blink

or perhaps just closed your eyes

and seen the inside of your lids

in your deepest roundest thoughts

beyond words, silliness & flaws

I am enough to make a difference

Beyond the years of youthful innocence

for if a mustard seed can grow

a single drop make ripples flow

and a molecule can matter

your presence worthy like no other

A word may heal a heart

a piece perceived as broken parts

from obscurities ingrained

to opportunities not vain

and if a cell becomes a life

and a fetus smaller than my hand

can become the girl I am

than what’s to say that what you do

will never make a difference for you

for if you look within the lids

beyond thoughts & given flaws

you may find in deepest scenes

the person you most seek

is the person living within

if you simply dare to see

with the eyes that sleep within

you may find beyond damnation

there exists a beautiful creation

and when you find what you look for

do not hide or think, this has no worth

for the drop that sleeps within

will breed the ripples of your being

the life within does matter

Always step and dare go further

For in life those who made a change

were once the smallest mustard seed

the drops before the ripples

they simply dared

to look within

 

 

 

 

 

Love is…

happy valentine's day

Love is an emotion

perhaps an intentional equation

to care, share and feel appreciated

not to judge or make another intimidated

Love is freedom

it does not bind, wind or feel twisted

to allow another to be themselves

is maturity within, embracing ourselves

Love is caring

For the happiness of another

to show that they matter

and in that selfless gesture

we release any pressure

Love is not perfect

It has room for imperfection

for perfection is protection

of unrealistic expectation

and in darkness alienation

Love is kind

and I do not believe it is blind

for to be blind is to be in lust

but to see through trials and imperfection

through struggles and connotations

through doubts and skeptical fears

through smiles and perhaps unshed tears

through moments of feeling for granted

through moments of feeling ill wanted

what remains beyond that threshold

is the person who sees you at your worst

who smiles at your best

through all of lives silly tests

and chooses to say

Love

when you find that

keep that

but know this truth I learned

you must give yourself

that Love

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