La Mil Amores

El Rokero Quita V-cards: Very loud, very fast and left me very sore. It was like having sex with a rabbit in heat. My lonjas bounced all over, I could barely hold my shirt down and this fool couldn’t care less as long as his dick was somewhere in between my legs. I swear he popped out twice and was thrusting in between my left thigh and pussy lip. He made a weird O-face and his sweat kept dripping on me. I wanted him out of my room so I pretended my mom was coming home and he needed to…

I Believe in Living

  i believe in living.i believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.i believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs;And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.i believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.i believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. i believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its pathi have seen the destruction of the daylightand seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted i have seen the kind become the blindand the…

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Dyke

You can call me Alex or Alexandra The first time I said I liked girls my voice brokeEveryone turned to me as if I had cursed at the dinner tableMy mother told me to go take a shower and think about it But mom, you can’t wash off who you areAnd yes, I have been thinking about itA lot In a small town news spreads like wildfireI was the walking disappointment in the middle of town squareI had been reduced to it till I was purged of this evil that threatened to claim my soulNo one would sit next to me in classAnd…

LIAR!!!

LIAR!!! You call yourself an activist Fighting for injustices You say you’re in touch with your feminist side YET……… Behind closed doors you’re a lying, cheating, whore You cruelly lie and pretend You play games You claim to be a hard core Xicano Fighting for OUR cause How is it then….you can bring a fellow comrade down You deceive and lie about yourself Pretending to be into me Only to let me down Lied about having a girl friend Lied about being available Lied about your calls and texts You made me promises you didn’t keep Then excused yourself behind…

Narratives of Silence

I fail to fear the consequences of exclusion, for those who cannotdeal with the fact that I spit truth and fire with my tongue, werenever meant to be a part of my life In the battlefield of narratives we can make a conscious effort totell truth from our perspective or alter it in our private interest.The narrative is always in relation to the past and it continuouslyreaffirms our identity no matter how tarnished it is. Meaning that inorder to survive, find strength, or safety, we modify the reality ofour past to fit our present needs. However, in modifying our narrativewe…

Re-imagining the Home through Conscious ways of Healing

Like Anzaldua I have attempted carrying home on my back but sometimes carrying home includes carrying a lot more, to the point that it becomes overbearing. I have been divulging in the words of Eden E. Torres the Chicana academic who brought us Chicana Without Apology; however, her words struck me when she began talking about the difficulty in maintaining mental health. And I wondered, what happens when home becomes a threat to your mental health? I’d like to start with a quote by Friedrich Nietzche—“the most spiritual human beings, assuming they are the most courageous, also experience by far…

I Swore My Heart Away When I Was 14

I Swore My Heart Away When I Was 14. I remember lying in bed rogandole a la virgencita to please keep my dad safe from harm hoping for a call I knew I wasn’t gonna get. Praying I wouldn’t get a phone call that he’s been found dead by some dumpster. I remember a night in particular when I got tired of praying for him So I prayed for me. Le pedi que me isiera no quererlo mas Que lo sacara de mi corazon I cried big heavy tears that soaked my pillow and mixed with bugers and saliva. I…

les escribí una carta a mis padres…

Queridos Padres, Les escribo con amor y honestidad y siento que esto es la manera mas segura y correcta. Quiero empezar con decirles que los aprecio y los respeto como padres nunca me han dado para abajo y siempre quieren lo mejor para mi. También se que me dieron amor y un techo por muchos anos y eso nunca se me olvidara. Me ensenaron los buenos modales de trabajar duro ser valiente y honesta y humilde con todo ser humano y esos valores nunca se me olvidaran. Eh estado pasando por un camino de confusión y reflexión en este proceso…