1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a...– (via darlingjustbehuman)
you called me luz. light,that brightened the night that made you smile. now you won’t even whisper or look at me before you fall asleep.
She starved herself away.
What It's Like to Grow Up American and...
univisionnews: Undocumented immigrants often work during high school and college to help their families financially. By EMILY DERUY There are millions of kids growing up undocumented in the United States, but who are they? A new infographic based on Americans by Heart: Undocumented Latino Students and the Promise of Higher Education by Dr. William Perez provides some indication. Read...
aleimina: Violent Femmes- Blister In The Sun. ...
The Legalities of My Being: Yosimar Reyes
yosimar: My grandmother has never used the word “undocumented” to describe her existence. In fact growing up she never taught me about limitations. Most of the folks on my block share this similar experience so there was no dialogue around our status in this country. We all knew where to get fake micas or any other documents needed to work in this country. I never felt alone or depress. In high...
when the addict speaks
there is nothing like the way he whispers my name across the room when i am sound asleep in his bed. his sheets are a warm embrace, his lips, sweet poison i can drink for days. no wonder i could not tell when he was lying or telling me the truth. i was too drunk on love that i could not see i was addicted to his smell. like a loyal dog i followed until the end, and i keep...
cheeeeeech: his voice makes me believe that i...
writingsforwinter: “Everyday I rewrite her name across my ribcage so that those who wish to break my heart will know who to answer to later She has no idea that I’ve taught my tongue to make pennies, and every time our mouths are to meet I will slip coins to the back of her throat and make wishes I wish that someday my head on her belly might be like home like doubt to doubt resuscitation because...
jamierobertthorpe: Fish in the sea, you know how...
There will be days when uncovering the truth will be harder and messier than the day before. There will be secrets spilled out in front of you. There will be lies leaking from the rooftops of the highest buildings. They will scatter around you and it will be up to you to find your way out and make it safely home. My mother once told me that the longer I run from something, the more it will weigh...
I carry an empty heart You split it open And watched it bleed everywhere
writingsforwinter: There will always be the days when living in your own body feels like inhabiting a bomb shelter, or being the person that stays inside the burning building when the fire alarm goes off. You are allowed to go out into the garage, lock yourself in the car, and take a few moments to breathe. You are allowed to break down in some shitty, beatup Volvo with the paint peeling off and...
alfaazkibarsaat: everything about her was effortless. the way she lived the way she loved the way she left.
Writings for Winter: To Trent Mays and Ma'lik... →
writingsforwinter: I know that so often in cases like this, the poem would be written directly to the victim, a eulogy, you could say. Because yes, contrary to your popular beliefs, sometimes being raped is worse than being dead. But no, this poem will not be written to the 16-year-old girl whose life you…
Sometimes words fail us and all we can do is shrug, pretend that those words did not serve like punches. We can only just pretend that those words did not hurt us, like things haven’t changed between us.
All I really want is to have sex and go to bed. I am too tired and too stressed out.
I’m extremely happy today and all I want to do is to keep listening to some dope ass tracks and go dancing tonight. Ah, college life. Midterms suck & in stacked with essays.
Nearly one in 10 U.S. workers is employed in the restaurant industry, a total of...– Restaurant horror show: How waitstaffs are mistreated (via mohandasgandhi) Yup. This is what it is like working at a restaurant. Some work differently than other. Then you think about undocumented restaurant workers who make up a percentage of restaurant workers. They get worse treatments. We have...
Remember the dignity of your womanhood. Do not appeal, do not beg, do not...– Christabel Pankhurst (via mmarthasmiles)
i have homework but all my heart desires is to listen and read some amazing poetry and have another shot of Buchanan’s.
I can hear her crying at night when she is sleeping next to me and I pretend I am sleeping. Our hearts break, simultaneously. my insides want to jump off the tallest building in this city, I feel guilty when I sometimes cannot remember the date of when we first met. She keeps everything engraved in her memory just in case I come up with an excuse in hand as to why I cannot be with her. ...