family

Domestic Violence Awareness Month

By the time I was seven and my brother was nine, we had been exposed to so much trauma with sex, drugs, violence, and murder, our life was destined for the gutter of repeating the cycle of violence in our adult lives.

My Journey: The Album

Well, folks, it’s here.  After all these years I have finally completed my first Hip Hope CD.  How did I …

The Land of Opportunity

After fixing my immigration status I was able to go back to finish my BA. During this long journey with many sacrifices…

It feels like months

Where have I traveled?

A place of mystery and uncertainty

I can’t believe I am here

In this place, at this moment

Thinking, relishing, questioning

My purpose, my call, my existence

Surrounded but alone

Clinging to hope yet untethered

Trapped in the crevices of thought

I’ve traveled here before

It’s uncomfortable, that face, the reflection

Its shadow reaching out to hug me

Whispers of I love you, you have a purpose

You exist for a reason

I don’t embrace it

I turn off the light

Tears run down the mirror

I’ve been here before, it hasn’t been days

It’s been hours

In front of an empty table

Food cold, coffee bland, water lukewarm

Depression says hello