when someone is happy
some are happy for them, some are not
some mean well, some are just mean
some congratulate, some discriminate
some wish you the best, some wish at best
when someone is happy, the ones who are sincere
will be happy and cheer
some will pretend, then just wait for you to clear
your job is not to change people, or yourself
your job is to learn the difference
in some
celebrate anyway
Despair is a moment, not a lifetime
Pain is a moment, not a life sentence
Sadness is fleeing, not meant for permanence
Inability until you are able
to work on your success
your vitality restored
your happiness and joy are permeable
your life is always a moment
you don’t get to choose the moments
you get to choose how long to stay in each
A moment is a thought
a thought creates the hours
that lead into days
turned into weeks
morphed into months
developed into years
creating a lifetime
filtered
awareness
unfiltered
you can change your lifetime
in a thought
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.
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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