Liz is a teenager in highschool, she’s a great student, cheerleader and overall a great person. She never caused trouble and complied with her parents’ rules, including not passing bed times, not being alone with her boyfriend, keeping up her good grades etc. Her parents did not really like the idea of Liz having a… Continue reading If others can have it, why can’t I? The importance of contraceptive knowledge.
In the realm of rights, a crucial plea,Reproductive justice, let it be free.A canvas of choice, a tapestry fair,Every voice matters, in the rights we declare.No judgment, no shackles, let autonomy thrive,In the garden of justice, where hopes revive.For every person, a path to decide,Reproductive justice, let compassion be our guide.Beyond the debates, in the… Continue reading Celebrating Choice: A Reproductive Justice Ode
When I was young, I was told that women should always be pure and proper. Women shouldalways speak politely and softly.Women should not wear a lot ofmakeup. Women should dressplainly and modestly. Women shouldnever talk back to those with authority.I was told that I have to abide by these rules otherwise, I would be considered… Continue reading Breaking Expectations
In the annals of history, a tale unfolds,Of women's strength and stories untold.From the shadows, they emerged with might,To claim their place in the world's grand sight.Once confined to domestic walls,Now breaking barriers, standing tall.They fought for rights, for equality,To shape a future where all could be free.With courage as their guiding light,They challenged norms,… Continue reading Unbreakable Voices
My late abuela. Victim of medical racism. A little backstory. After six years of my abuela passing, about two years ago, I was told by my tia that my abuela had an abortion, and there was a story as to why she did what she did. First, my Abuelos migrated from Mexico to the U.S.… Continue reading My late abuela story
My mother wakes meIn the middle of the dayShe works hard for meI am a womanOf course I feel the waterTowards me I drownAmong her presenceThe flower blooms and withersWhen she walks by meLittle one she seesPainted face rosy red cheeksOrbs linger at dusk I chose to do various haikus for my contribution to the… Continue reading What Women Means to Me: A Collection of Haikus
Our ancestors migrated to the United States hoping for a better livelihood and the prospect of planting generations of family trees. During the 1970s, the mothers of East LA were starting their lives with their families. Freshly in their twenties, young and in love. They put their trust in the American medical system to deliver… Continue reading Medicated Racism: Nuestras Abuelas
Circumcision is a rite of passage.A man, Once a boy,Is now considered a warrior.A milestone forever imprinted in his book of life. His sovereignty.His pride. ~~~~~Circumcision is mutilation.A patchwork quilt, Once a woman,Is now sexually unappealing.A brutish act to prevent temptation.Her imprisonment.Her shame. Though these poems can be read as one poem, in which both… Continue reading Rite of Passage, Victim of Torture
If you asked my ancestors? they'd whisper in the wind,A legacy of resilience, through every twist and turn.I carry their strength, their stories, their grace,Born as a woman, a continuation of their sacred space.If you asked my father? he'd look in my eyes and smile with pride.“A daughter born not just to bear his name,But… Continue reading Why Was I Born a Woman?
My journey with my sexuality is ongoing and has been affected by many factors and lived experiences. I come from a family that was riddled with poverty and substance use. When I was a small child, my mom married a man she met through an ad in PennySaver named Alex. The life we began to… Continue reading Reclamation
