At 16 years old, I found out I was pregnant and decided that wasn’t something I wanted to do. I had an abortion and this is a personal essay about my experience.
My Uterus
There is so much hatred towards women (cis/trans), transmen and gender non-conforming folks who exert power over their own bodies. It’s absurd and it’s about time it stops. I wrote a poem about abortion and my uterus. I encourage you to read it and share it with all of your closest friends. Read it aloud. Read it in your sleep. My Body. MY UTERUS!
The Ballad of Leo Man
This is a story about how I [almost] gave my soul to a Leo Man who was bitter and cold.
Table – Reserved.
This story is about a young lady who loves a young man, but he’s hesitant to love her back. This poem explores the metaphor of giving her heart out, like she gives food out – like her grandmother feeds hungry souls, she feeds hungry men, except this man won’t eat…
Compassion After Abuse
This is a personal opinion piece on how to find compassion after the trauma of being a victim of abuse.
Muy Chingona
Chingonas write poems, too, ya know! We don’t all just drink beer and kick ass, but we also write, do art and cycle and stuff. Well, this poem isn’t about all of that. It’s about drinking beer and kicking ass.
Authentic Love
One of the hardest things to do is to love someone authentically - flaws and all. This requires you to be a mirror. To acknowledge their flaws, making you face your own perceived flaws. Most of us don't want to face those. Most of us would rather be blinded by romantic love and accept whatever… Continue reading Authentic Love
How To Move On From an X
After A Break Up Reflect. What do you think caused the break up? What events led up to the downfall of the relationship? Ask yourself about what worked and what did not work. Rebuild. Do not blame anyone, especially yourself. Instead, treat yourself to some of your favorite things. Keep reminding yourself that you are…… Continue reading How To Move On From an X
Discovering “Me”.
This is a reflection on being off drugs for 4 months and what that means for me as a writer.
