To all the children who did nothing to carry their families’ legacy burdens. They continue surviving and as young adults they continue trying to figure out how to stop that cycle…
You carried me in your belly for 9 months
And I used to think that was enough to feel you love me
Now I wonder if you ever wanted me?
The first time you called me fat and ugly I froze
It felt like someone used my brain as a punching bag
I could not hold it so I pretended it didn’t happen
Have you ever tried creating a world in your mind?
A world where you feel safe and happy?
Mine is full of flowers and trees and I can feel that freedom and peace
My world has kept me going
Your insults have created deep emotional wounds
But having a place where I can go away makes me have hope
Now I am not a child anymore
And I keep carrying all those wounds
How do I find peace if you still keep causing me wounds?
Now I am not only fat and ugly, I am also a whore
How do my body, soul, and mind become so abused by you?
How do I find my way back?
My inner child needs me… I hear her and I ignore her….
She has been waiting for me this whole time
But I am ashamed and that shame makes me run away
I’m going to keep trying to find my way back to you
I know you need to heal and that healing can only come from me
You need to know you did nothing wrong
Legacy burdens are run deep
I need to find them too
I no longer have to do this alone….
To all immigrants, refugees, asylum seekers with no place to call “home”
Today, you found yourself reminding everyone one more time that you are a human being…
Today, you told a room full of people that brown and black parents hurt as much as white parents when their children are taken away from them…
Today, you found yourself educating people on what it means to be a foreigner in
a foreign land…
Today, you hurt when you noticed that some of your friends do not truly see you…
Today, you had to remind yourself that there is something wrong when people cannot show love and compassion for those children but yet they keep proclaiming they are “prolife” …
Today, you had to take a deep breath before telling them that their knowledge of scripture means nothing if they do not speak up against evil…
Today, you had to remind yourself that you are also broken before being able to tolerate their excuse of “I did not know” ……
Today, you felt alone when you realized that your loved ones have already forgotten their immigrant experience…
Today, as you do every day, you prayed to your Higher Power to keep reminding you that your identity comes from WITHIN and no one else…
Today, I chose to invite my pain, drank a cup of coffee with her and, once again, we talked about how to use my pain to try to be a good human being in this world that is constantly pushing people to hate each other….
To Joselyn, the girl who taught me that we, adults, continue falling short in standing up against every shape and form of injustice... Joselyn, a 10 year old girl, lives her life in fear of one day not finding his parents at home…. The words “they were taken away” linger in his head….
I want to know that you will always stand for what is right
I want to know that one day you will be able to fill in the gaps of your childhood memories.
I want to know that you will give yourself the time to stop and listen to your body when it tells you “no more, slow down.”
I want to know that you will let people in, regardless of the pain from past and present… You will feel alive when you do.
I want to know you will let somebody love you.
I want to know you will continue thinking of what is coming ahead... You have big plans, go for them, do not let them go…...
I want to know you will question and question but yet you will never forget that SHE loves you, and SHE will always be with you.
I want to know you will intentionally look for friendships that challenge what you know.
I want to know you will never lose hope, no matter what everybody else says.
I want to know you finally found that little kid inside you, looked into her eyes, and told her everything is OK now… She does not have to be on guard anymore
I want to know…
This writing is dedicated to the resilient girls and women who honored me by sharing their stories of sexual abuse… They let me accompany them on their painful journeys towards trying to put together their pieces of intimacy…..
Darkness was always there, and no matter what you did
Darkness found you wherever you hid…
You used to think he was going to get tired of inflicting so much pain
But your innocent thoughts went away when he told you he was there to stay.
Black leather jackets still cause you to flinch…
And you remember begging him “please, don’t come in” …...
He made you build this big, thick wall that at times seems impossible to break…
You get angry whenever you see all the intimacy work that is yet to be done…
You wished he would have never existed
But he was there and his presence is still felt,
How do you explain to the one who is asking you to welcome him in your heart
That your house of intimacy has changed because of darkness’ looks, touch, and smell?
For a long time, darkness kept whispering in your ears you weren’t worth it,
For a long time, he made you believe your body was something that could easily be used and discarded…
For a long time, you walked looking down, trying to hide the shame you felt…
For a long time, you thought you did not deserve to be respected….
For a long time, he kept telling you it was all your fault…
For a long time, you saw him in every man with a strong presence…
For a long time….
You are here now, and your resilience, endurance, and desire to fight are unstoppable….
You want to continue moving forward,
You want to continue growing,
You want to continue being amazed by the simplest things…
You want to tell darkness he does not hold you back anymore,
You want to tell him he has been forgiven, regardless of him denying any wrongdoing…
You are ready to let him go….
This writing is dedicated to all the boys and girls who keep amazing me by their incredible ability to hold the joyful and painful memories of their lives….
You are the sun and the beautiful grass at the beginning of spring…
You are the bricks in your house, the ones that keep the secrets and force you to stay silent…
You are the waves of the ocean letting you know a storm is coming…
You are the sound of a crying baby wanting to be held…
You are the lion ready to roar to keep them away…
You are 8 wanting to be 5, and scared to be 15…
You are a new lemon green jeep running so fast it is hard to tell when it is passing by…
You are a soothing rocking chair…
You are chocolate chip ice cream all over the face…
You are zampoña instrument honoring your Inca ancestors…
You are peaceful and mysterious mountains…
You are innocence wanting to be seen.