A word is a note
That can write a song
Heal a scar
Mend the broken
Your thoughts are words
Through intentions you speak
What your third eye sees
Your silence can speak
Mind your thoughts
Mind your words
The Spirit of Words
speakup
If You Only Knew
If you only knew how brave you are
you would not bow your head to slander
you would not make pain your normal
you would not silence for comfort
you would not put yourself last
If you only knew how capable you are
you would take on that job
sing that song or dance
you would ask that question
without fear of the answer
If you only knew how much room there is
you would take up space
wish everyone well
you would be abundant and give
you would overflow
but you must know yourself
to know how brave and capable you are
to step into any room and shine
Celebrate Anyway
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
Gratitude Liberates
Gratitude Permeates
Through the nothing works for me
Or the perception of a “bad day”
It is a sour solemn moment after all
Not a Day
Gratitude Liberates
Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks
Through the realization of so many peaks reached
You realize it is not breached perception
A descending constipation
But instead a permeable liberation
To appreciate what actually is
Because Gratitude Liberates
Abundantly
No Soy Calladita
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
The Grind 