I allowed you to have the control you so relished in dangling above my head. Holding eerily still, I held my breath as you applied more and more pressure to my heart. Squeezing my mind beyond any insanity that I could tolerate. Unbelievably, I survived. Perseverance following the constant chanting within my soul; I am impervious, I am impervious, I am impervious. My spirit survived even when the entirety of me felt that the only way to escape you, was to die. And now, this control that you held so confidently within your grasp has slipped. It's melting swiftly away and escaping through the seam of your very firm grip. I took my precious power back that I so foolishly entrusted you with. What ...
The earliest memory I can recall
Is watching blood spurt out of my mother’s broken nose.
Some men get a thrill out of beating their women,
But I think my mother likes it too.
I remember skipping school to babysit my siblings.
I was in the third grade, but I was the only adult in the house.
I was born a grown up.
Sometimes, we would be left alone for days at a time.
No warning. No phone calls. No explanations.
And when she came home...
She’d fall asleep for what seemed like forever.
Meth is a hell of a drug,
Just ask my mom.
She’d tell you that she never wanted childeren anyways...
Like it was our fault that we were born.
Child protective services stepped in.
They kidnapped ...
My heart aches when I see you
All I can do is watch you
Being taken for granted
Being lied to, deceived
Ignorance is a bliss, they say
I see it as a huge curse
Because you don't even know
That you're being hoodwinked
You've always believed them
You've turned totally blind
My heart aches to see you frown
If you could only believe
The one who was trying to save you
From the hell who've put yourself in
If you only listened to us
But you didn't, you never will
My heart aches to see you fall prey.
The new Melody (Angela)
My Mantra for the Day
I refuse to carry around any bitterness, anger or hate from those that have wronged me or negatively crossed my loved ones because it’s toxic for my kindred spirit, my spiritual soul.
To hold on to those corrupt emotions would be equivalent to ingesting a potion of poison and I would surely perish and die a thousand miserable, slow and painful deaths.
Instead I’m going to forgive those people and pray for them profusely while practicing and perfecting the art of releasing that which is malefic and indigestible.
I’m learning to transform myself into the best version of me and taking back my power one day at a time instead freely giving it away to anything unwort...
A mother's intuition is far better and worth more than a medical degree. That thing which we call intuition is actually her soul. You can't hide your wrong doings or worries from her. Its better to tell her truth.
I’m a feminist— yes, I am and don’t say it as if I’m a terrorist or some anarchist. I’m simply a woman who loves cooking, revels in running her home like a tight ship, spends time with her kids, ensures olders are cared for, romance her partner,
And, I like reading, writing, dancing, music, shopping, gossiping and what all defines me as a female.
Yet, I drive, I calculate, I run errands in and out, work, lift objects, climb ladders, screw the loose hinges, go hiking, fight wrongs.
So, yes I’m a feminist who doesn’t want to listen to people saying women are not supposed to be out at late hours, she should dress up decent—and what is exactly decent— covering myself head to toe, is that it?
“... I think my entire existence was preparing me for our paths to cross. At this very moment, as our journey overlaps, I’ve discovered.
Discovered an ocean with a depth immeasurable.
I’ve called this ocean love.”
Hace un año
ocurrió el día más largo:
El adiós a la abuela
que más me ha querido,
la única a la que extraño
ahora que se ha ido.
A la que le hablaba
y que con ella bromeaba,
a la que le contaba
sobre un amigo extranjero
que me decía "te quiero"
Solo ella era la mejor,
la que su enorme cariño me brindó
desde el mismo momento
en que "Su niña" nació
A mi abuela, le habría gustado conocer
a ese hombre llamado Javier
al que seguramente le habría aconsejado,
sosteniéndole la mano:
"Cuídela mucho y consérvela a su lado"
Te marchaste abuela
yo lo entendí y lo acepté,
pero algo que nunca olvidaré:
Es a mantener esa sonrisa
que yo de ti, heredé.
Mom: I don't mind you accusing me of not loving you. Why did you fall out with your best friend " N"?
Me: That's not your problem, mom. I don't owe you an explanation.
Mom: I heard you make that girl weep always?
Me: You might have also heard that she makes me weep too. Didn't you hear that?
Mom: God knows what. You can't get along with anyone. Just like your father.
Me: Don't drag my father into this. He's dead. Let him rest in peace.
Mom: I have to. You've inherited all his traits. Anger, stubbornness, unforgiving, grumbling.. just like him.
Me: And.... what else? So you're telling me that my dad had no good qualities in him?
Mom: Did I say that? He was a good man. Just that he was ...
If it’s a gamble
I have to choose but one
The moment that changed my life forever
Made me strong and resilient
The moment that turned my life upside down
Made me a woman as I am today
That would be Baby, when I was whimpering in earth shattering pain
And your cry broke out
Heralding the new life
-pious and innocent
Your dark eyes
Opened and we stared at each other in awe— God! I saw that eternal power, that divine presence beside me
I became a mother
I knew, if ever I’m
Allowed to relive a moment of my life that would be holding you for the first time — my girl.
When have you had enough? At what point you stand up and leave it all behind and begin with a clean slate? It is at that point when you realize that you may have to work extra hard. Harder than ever to create your own empire. Don’t let anyone tell you that you will not make it, because that will be your fuel to jump any obstacle that comes your way.
Be that woman that won’t stand down but will stand up tall to anything that comes her way. Don’t let anything or anyone deter you from what you can achieve!
A courageous queen who fights,
Not to defend a king,
but a tiny prince or princess.
SHE is the Power
SHE is the Love
SHE is the Mother
SHE is the Dove
SHE can stand for the World
When no one else can Hold.
My Miracle Boy
He melted my heart again today..
Just like his mum
Music soothes this little one..He has his own playlist he constructs himself he sits in the morning to wake for the day, listening sharing, singing away....
Pride in my hero
First born boy..
7 years old and amazes me with his smarts and charm..
Sarcasm rife just like his mum!
Tells me I'm great with my "fat bum! And squidgy arms" he loves his mum..
We had it rough and we made it through me and him just us two..
Watched him grow,built him high, now I get to see him thrive and fly...
At school he's bounding...
So yeah I'm proud of me and helping them be who they want to be..
Blessed beyond measure
Greateful every day
My two ...
Dad, I Remember
You dragged her across the hallway by her pretty hair..
Based on the assumption that she had an affair.
She was kicking and screaming but you didn't care..
What hurt her most was that her child was standing there.
You threatened her not to leave while you took a shower..
But she wasn't going to stay there and cower another hour.
She drove off refusing to be overpowered..
You ran out in your towel chasing her as your demons became louder.
SMASH! Goes your fist thru the neighbor's car window..
You've mistaken the neighbor's vehicle for your wife's blue pinto.
The cops arrive and your son's crying into his pillow..
Sobbing for his mommy as his blood begins to siz...
[Amidst the abandoned, a mother to love💕💖]
My whole life have I known her; Mom Isabella,
Festive days, to us she came, oh good fella,
When she came, we felt no sorrows,
When she left we felt most hollow,
Days with her, dear we hold, me and Ella.
Some skills I possess, were all because of her,
Most hills I confess, were climbed
when she was here,
With broken knuckles and bruises,
With broken ribs and teases,
Still, everything will I give to relive them with her.
In those days, the darkness of the night I feared,
Because of the story of the boogey man I heard,
Though alone, God is always with you,
Feel at home; that gospel is true,
Faith, I believed, found i a religion; when she shared.
To All The Mothers Out There!
“Your heart was larger than the universe, your smile was brighter than the moon, your hugs radiated more warmth than the sun, all this Mama you were my everything even this world can’t describe the blessing that you are in my life.
She wasn't allowed to go outside her residence. Her mother made sure that she won't be able to use her cellphone to contact anyone. She had to close her Facebook account to pacify her mother.
In her time of distress, the only way in which she survived was a phone number which she dialed when no-one was around.
The voice which she heard made her forget all about this. Her friend which she called him, gave her news of the outside world.