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Que Sacrificio

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I need a shot of you. Feel you burn my throat  when you  go down,  coat my walls with your words graffiti artist of love that you are. Your words fall into me I the grand canyon for your words that reverberate the loudest in me. Together we are a work of nature

Renaissance of love

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Gray ocean waves rushed the Manhattan Beach shore. We strolled along The Strand- congested with laughter, barking dogs and skaters’ wheels rolling over sandy pavement- symphony of summer beach life. My heartbeat roared over all the noise, only I could hear its rumble. I took a big gulp of briny sea air, my stomach felt like Jell-O, I exhaled and tasted adrenaline. We strolled along like so many other weekends but I felt lost, in my thoughts in my feelings rushing over me, coming to my surface You grabbed my hand and pointed… Something in the sky? The boat in the water? Couldn’t make out what you said, I know my hand slipped out of your hand like the giggles slipped out your lips I didn’t want to let go but your hand carried away my body heat with it. I knew I couldn’t just be your friend if not having you made a summer afternoon feel cold. My tongue stumbled trying to convey to you my heart’s testimony. I opened my

Always the Help

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My dream had always been to live in politics, study the laws of this land, be versed in democracy, and dish out justice to poor, immigrant, and other marginalized people en route to my post as Compton’s first Latina mayor. I was an eager sophomore at UCLA majoring in political science wearied by the level of competition. I was a nobody, not a star student, not known for my potential, just another student floating amongst the many over achievers swimming like salmons upstream where our future lay. I knew I had to do more if I wanted to stand out, get a letter of rec to an outstanding law school. I needed the guidance from other outsiders who had trekked this path before. I a young brown girl in a discipline, white as the walls of its department, traditions older than the building it was housed in, saw myself in you, Professor Star, fresh blood, eager faced Associate Professor with the energy and smarts that had broken through the political science glass-ceiling. I took y

Healing Haikus #3 each day we resist

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Haiku Healing Nightcap #2

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Haiku Healing Campaign Poem #1

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