her story

it is morning and the others are asleep.
well, that's what it seems to be.
clueless and confusion but secure.
is what she feels all at same time

it all starts with a game,
but it ends up in pain
9 years old, she was
when her childhood got detached from her.

he is in her bed
hands in between her legs
but it is all a game
that's what he said.

what's the name of the game
she began to question
he had no suggestion
other than just make her lay

still clueless, confused but secure.
the others wake up
and its all kicked to the curve
as if nothing had occurred.

on and on the days and game went
she still didn't comprehend.
he still had no response
other than: " this game is just for us"

he was the oldest of them all
the one the parents trusted
she was daddy's little doll
the one being hunted

she grew,
and she finally understood.
that what was STILL going on was no good.

confused and clueless but this time she's not secure

she began to cry at night
praying for it to stop
tryna find a way to dodge
this monster who she now
looked at with disgust.

keep it always

Even when
All you can afford is $2.99 shoes

never lose faith

This was inspired, one day after work i decided to walk around Webster avenue in the Bronx. I found this clearance store, where they have lots of cheap clothing and and i just found it interesting to find these shoes, only $2.99 but the name of the brand on them gave me a sense of hope. Which is something we must always have. even when it looks like everything might be goin wrong.
Below are a few more pics i took of the place.








I found this sweatshirt. Loved the message in it. It says "Be like a the BISON. Stand your ground. Have a tough hide. Keep moving on. Cherish wide open spaces. Have strong spirit. Roam wild and free. Let the chips fall where they may!"

at the clearance store i ALSO MET A BEAUTIFUL KITTY... who i assure you, i had a dream with. That cat gave me a pound in the dream. lol talk about wild dreams...

I gave KITTY some love =) and he left me with...

KITTY HURRR

Taxista Analista

Last night was a good night.
I was chewing on the cold.
but i didnt mind.
i was with the boys
and had great time.

la Última conversación del día
fue con el taxista.
me dijo que era bonita
y que no me cobraría.

"embute" me dije entre si.

Me cobró quince.
pero al final me dice:

"sigue firme,
nunca desconfíes.
y siempre mantente humilde."

Thank you for those words.
cost me $15 bucks.
pero de todas formas,
gracias.

El bildin que parece un bicocho

Who would've thought

that veinte años después,

I' d be working in that building,
that as a kid i would always compare to a cake.
and got hungry just staring at it.

-"El bildin' que parece un bicocho?"
-Si, mami, ahí trabajo.

the district building in Fordham Plaza.

yes, the one by Sears.

em eff ee

how do you remember me?

is it a smile, is it a frown?

cos yo no me acuerdo.

half-a-the time i dont know whether i'm really smiling,

or am i on autopilot?


what now?

quiero descifrar este misterio que me persigue.

quizás tú me puedas ayudar.

but then again,

eso es algo que tengo que aprender a recibir. right?

i was never good at receiving.

don't know how you played volleyball so good.

back to square one.

words don't come easy

got so used to not sharing it with others

i even forgot how to do it with myself.

pues con razón, te sientes perdida.

the only way you feel secure

there is no way.

not yet.

por lo menos.