When you love someone you shouldn’t 

He bends my wrists back with his words. 

I am worthy. I am worthy. I am worthy. 

Yet, somehow those words remain unheard. 


Abuela’s advice 

My grandmother, came to me in a dream. Her words were pouring like syrup. We look nothing alike but we are so alike. Her scent one of my favorite fragrances. Her hands my second home. Her voice filling a whole room. She was mix of rough and soft. A combination of love and water. She reminds me that a woman can change a life. She tells me I’m an army of them.