No words in my heart to speak today.
My heart is basking in a metaphorical and distant sun.
My heart is meditating on the realization that my ego is content, healing, and balancing.
My heart is sipping on the fresh juices, squeezed and dripping from the melee between my insecurities and principles.
I long for nothing more than the continuation of the grace I have right now.
My heart is napping, dreaming of realities that include hardships overcome.
No fantasies to pervert my heart's dreams, only romantic sounds to decorate the already gorgeous set of qualities put in motion by my lifestyle.
Maybe as the sun sets, I'll light a candle for my heart to have just enough light to see the flickering glow of naked hope, a flicker we can dance to.
A heart that is traveling!
There is a part of the Chicano culture that is ruthless. Even the slightest social struggle creates opportunity for deviance. My family wa...
Part 2 The darker aspects of my culture are simply expressions of communal pain. Without diving into excuses or reasons for class structure...
Part 3 Where did the ability to self abuse originate? If I take a critical look at the people in my barrios that perpetrated on the home...