New Piece...Keep Revising

Baseball was more than sport
It spelled freedom in capital letters
And his travel to the U.S. was visible from left field in Boca Chica, DR
Literally not having a pot to piss in
Papi could play and he had a dream
Taking his Caribbean tan and patched gloved hands, he played baseball
Never forgetting where he came from
Papi cultivated his agricultural roots as dark as sugars canes
Still leaving a sweet tooth for those growing pains
Stinging like the fresh burn from a 3rd degree heartbreak
Family was never more than a sport
It spelled abandonment in capital letters
And his daughter’s smile was visible from left field of his living room
Literally not having a heart to love
His calling to be a man was an ignored alarm clock, He loved that snooze button
Had a barbaric view of what it is to be man, because it doesn’t stop at bringing home the bacon
And could never say he was proud, his primitive upbringing wouldn’t understand
So I eventually just stopped telling him that I loved him everyday
That my grades were good and I had a track meet Saturday
He was slowly dying
Passion was the first to go
Losing that campfire inside that burned like the acid of a bulimic’s stomach, purged
He was pathetic,
Then he lost his sight, no goals ahead the savage in him made him blind
My body became brail,
He was my excuse for teenage heartbreak because the guy I liked took the face of his
He turned my heart into a glacier and I just wanted to melt his
But I will not allow you to be the reason I don’t believe in love, family, or life
Because despite what my father was the only thing I see of him in me
Is my amazing ability to get a good tan this summer and oh yea thanks for the curly hair too!

My heart is still

My bones are shivering
My veins are quaking
My heart is still
The meteor shower of brain sent fireworks down my spine
The whole time while this is happening My heart is still
My stomach has summer salted into winter
begging for the leaves to fall again
And the world is begging for reason to keep turning
So tattooed to pain, my eyes are begging to reason to cry
and while this going on my heart is still

It's Been a While....

School is stressful but keeps me very busy which is good! I am so focused and motivated to succeed this year in my education, dreams, and poetry.

I am also still loving my boyfriend Darren everyday more and more. This past week we got into our first real bad argument, almost a deal breaker. But the way that we handled and talked about it proves to me more and more why he is the one.
I loved him more after 48hours of hating him. We are so strong and am so proud of what we are both doing.

So I was recently inspired by a peer to go after my goal at the age of 25, now at 19. One if my dreams is to open up an education center for emancipated foster children as well as a shelter for them. Just because I can relate to their situation and know the importance of someone being there. I want them to have the same opportunity I did to go to college.

This weekend I am heading out to Fayetteville with Coco to get away and attend a social in Pembroke! I am excited and ready to stop thinking about Chemistry for once =)

JUST NOTEPADDING:


Her phone doesn't ring as often as it used to
and the night never seemed so dark when she went to sleep
Her heart became a spaceship, out of this world
Only humans who can live intergalacticly can come in contact
She was just that special
A blind man could see more than met the eye
but Marley didn't know better
She forgot she had gold between her legs.

:all she ever wanted to do was write poetry
yet she spread her legs like wings
hoping that the heavens were in sight
she forgot that gold lies there
Using the pen as a can because she was crippled from the mind down

CultureTribe.

I want to bring my reader's attention to this website.
Go here if you want to be cultured and educated with knowledge and what is real. They have also given me a feature for my work as well as a recurring feature on their site weekly. Doing big things, so go ahead and be a part of the movement!

Go there: http://culturetribe.wordpress.com/

Hearts that beat together stay together...

This amazing man above is the special guy in my life. The picture above is my favorite of us, taken in 2007 in my drive way around November! He is my heart, my love, my sanity, my everything! He isn't a poet but appreciates my creativity, we wrote this short piece together, and It reminds me every day why he is the one for me, I love you Babe!



"I need you more...than a heart beat
Our love is like...shooting stars, but never dies
When we're apart....I'm only half the person I should be
the chemistry i feel between us....is magic, people think it doesn't exist
Sometimes I wonder if...why I don't wonder, your smile says it all
When we hold eachother...the heavens sing, and my heart erupts
Simply put....I love you
AWWWW\"

HERstory...

I want to dedicate these next couple of weeks or months to researching my HERstory and where I come from. My nationality is something that my family has always embraced, but I need to know more. I consider myself to be a bi-racial Latina. My mother is from Chile (appears white) and my dad is from Dominican Republic (appears black). Their histories are totally opposite, yet I have managed to embrace both sides and wear my flags with pride. From what I have read, Dominicans are descendants and relatives to Slaves from Africa as well as Haitian (right next door). I believe that we all originate form th motherland, but I want to get specific. As far as my Chilean side I have acquired from family members who are older that are roots lie in Italy and Germany (explains my mother's side of the family's appearance). So I am very intrigued to see what runs through my blood to pump this culture of mine...I feel a piece coming on!