In this creative essay, I attempt to resolve my grief of my father dying as a troubled addict through Kübler-Ross's Stages of Grief model.
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.
This is a story about how I [almost] gave my soul to a Leo Man who was bitter and cold.
Chingona is defined as being a badass - you give no fucks, you're a force of nature and good luck to everyone who tries to fuck with you.
This poem is about summer lovers; brief in time, yet forever in the heart.
I will tell you I love you in the moments I mean it most,When the sun has setAnd you are draped in darknessAnd distractions cease to be. I love you. When you are just waking up, Pillow wrinkles on your face, Sun peeking through the curtains unto your skin, Hair going in a million different [...]
You crawl into my mind Creeping. No warning. Surprise I’m here. Kissing me in the morning. Oh the memories. You left for me to share. Nothing feels as good As breathing in your air. My young butterfly. Not really mine at all. Only in my life for now. Please don’t forget to call. Creeping no [...]
Lipstick Warrior; she called to me as I lined my lips with a sharp red wine Then she called me a Chingona & I called her Divine I winged my eyeliner as she spoke to me in prose I kissed her lips gently, and my temperature slightly rose I wore my studded jacket as she [...]