Local student to recite poem at Women’s Equality Day Celebration in Sacramento

http://www.montereyherald.com/social-affairs/20180801/local-student-to-recite-poem-at-womens-equality-day-celebration-in-sacramento Today, I was in an article for the Monterey Herald. I was interviewed more than a week ago by Juan Reyes and today the article was put up online and the newspaper was printed for this mornings cycle. The title of my article was called “Local Student to recite poem at Women’s Equality Day…

When You Feed A City Its People

Poem Transcribed As Performed. To the class of 2018, the eagles flying towards the sun. Recently, I’ve been thinking about the story when you give a mouse a cookie. A small mouse with enough force to destroy a house and everything in it. I don’t think it was intended to be this dark. To convey…

Why Are You So Angry?

Poem Transcribed As Performed. Why are you so angry? One of my friends asked me the other day, I had just spoken about one of the most recent crimes in a town near ours and he asked me why it affected me so much when it didn’t happen to me. It was rape, a teenage…

Sightless Devastation- Presented at the NEA Big Read Event

Poem Transcribed As Performed. Do you see it? The invisible boundary between everything, between you and I, wrapped in years of tension. Some will choose to ignore it, climbing over the sightless rope without any strain to their physical being and others will try to rip the boundary to shreds, hands soaked in the blood…

Sally- 1st place SUHSD Poetry Competition

Poem Transcribed As Performed Warning this poem contains situations of sexual assault and post traumatic stress disorder. For the things, I left unsaid in my last poem and the chains that disappeared with time. I would like to introduce you to Sally. Sally is a nice, sweet girl that used to live down the block…

Survival Skills 101- 1st place SUHSD Poetry Competition

Poem transcribed as performed. I can’t remember the last thing he ever said to me. I’m starting to forget what he looks like, maybe that’s why I decided to write this because I can’t remember what my father’s smile was like. I have had enough, enough time and enough misery over a man that has…

Flowers, Bones, and Mothers.

An unnamed gentleman walks into an all-white room with nothing on his body except a dirty discarded robe, dirt underneath his fingernails, and his skin bruised as if his sins are inked on his skin. The long-faced woman sits at a desk behind two levers, one will lead to his death and the other to…

The Way I Was Made- 2nd place at NEA Big Read

“The worst injury is feeling you don’t belong so much / to you” I am 1 in 4. Not 1 in 4 to rebel against my parents and dye my hair a crazy color. Or 1 in 4 to be eaten by a shark. I am 1 in 4 under the age of 18 to…

Father’s Day to Little Ol’ Me

      “It doesn’t matter,” I tell myself, allowing my thoughts to overwhelm me. But there has to be the reason why I was left to scroll through the media, taunted with the fact that I was abandoned. I have surpassed 16 Happy father’s Days, most where the star of the play never showed….