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That time I ran an ultra-marathon
I realized I never made a post about my ultra. This was in the fall of 2022, so we’ll see what all I remember. In 2017, I ran a marathon and vowed never to do it again. In 2018, I ran a marathon and vowed never to do it again. In 2019, I ran a marathon and vowed never to do it again. And finally, in 2020, I had officially stopped running marathons. Maybe COVID restrictions helped. Either way,…
Crabby Pants
“You’re such a crabby pants,” he said. “I am,” she stared. Call me a crabby pants, because I am a crab, and I like to wear pants. Call me a crabby pants, because I don’t put up with bullshit from strange men. Call me a crabby pants, because I know what I want, and I work my ass off to get it. Call me a crabby pants, because I will pinch if you get too close. Call me a crabby pants, and I…
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A few poems inspired by fire.
Untitled Fiery passion.Anger. Manipulation.Time to burn it down. Red to Blue Cherry red with rage. Frustration. Confusion. Denial. Acceptance. Wondering who I am, and who I’ve just crafted myself to be. A struggle to be understood. A struggle to be accepted. Upset for not learning sooner. Grieving who I thought I was,Who I thought I could be, who I never will be.A struggle to know thyself. A…
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keep your dick in your pants
keep your dick in your pants
Keep your dick in your pants, disrespectfully. If you didn’t ask for consent,If I didn’t request for it,If we aren’t romantically involved and have had a conversation about it,Keep your dick in your pants, disrespectfully. Would you do it on a bus?Would you do it at a party?Would you do it with your mom in the other room?Would you do it at a cafe when catching up with a friend you haven’t seen…
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Lonely thoughts on a Friday night
Lonely thoughts on a Friday night
Do you think of me, the way I think of you? Random memories popping in my head at in opportune times. Remembering the time we fought on the phone while I was driving to nowhere in particular. I was so angry, and I didn’t know how to process my emotions. To understand what needs weren’t being met. But I remember our voices raising, and it turned into full on yelling. And I couldn’t pull over…
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A little piece on PTSD
A little piece on PTSD
Trigger warning // PTSD“Get over it already.” “What you went through wasn’t that bad.” “Be strong.” “It’s mind over matter.” “Others have it worse.” “Just pray. It will get better.” “Quit faking it.” “I thought PTSD was just for war veterans.” Many people with PTSD have heard at least one of the above. As much as “Mental Health Awareness” has become a sexy thing to talk about, there’s…
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Protect the babies
Protect the babies. Protect the babies, until they’re out of the womb. Protect the babies, until their mother can’t lactate or afford formula. Protect the babies, until it’s time to give them a vaccine. Protect the babies, until someone takes a gun to their school. Protect the babies, until it’s time to deport their parents. Protect the babies, until we have to pay for their…
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Before I say yes
Before I say yes
Before I say yes, I want you to know me. Not just know me know me, like who I am, but where I come from – what my motivations and needs are. What makes me tick. What inspires me. What drains me. What makes me whole. Who I come from. Where I’m going. What makes me go, and how I plan on getting there. Before I say yes, I want you here for all the seasons. My highs and lows. My celebrations and…
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torn hands, full heart
torn hands, full heart
I look down at my chalk-stained pants. Raise my hands to my face, anddd they’re torn. It’s not the first time something like this has happened. Growing up playing softball, my aunt always said, “You can’t be a cheerleader with those legs. You have too many scars,” to which I retorted, “I don’t want to be a cheerleader. They’re going to cheer FOR ME.” The cheerleaders never came out for our…
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The cafe
A seemingly quiet town. Draws some tourists, but not too many. Old. Quaint. The Wild West in a post-modern world. The streets weren’t filled with hustle and bustle, but instead a crisp air and stillness. I stroll over to a cafe. It’s busy, but a table just opened up and I was next in line to order. After paying, I make a beeline for the back corner, away from all the people. Then, I open my book…
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The perfect virus for a millennial: part 4
The perfect virus for a millennial: part 4
“Hey, how’s it goin?” Julissa reads the text. She huffs and responds. “How’s it goin? I’m going out of my goddam mind, Phil. I’m going out of my goddam fucking mind! I haven’t left my apartment since Saturday. Words come out of my mouth but they make no sense to me. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. This sucks ass.” She throws her phone on the bed and goes to use the bathroom. Phil takes it…
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Growing up
This is the piece I should have written years ago. Skinny jeans, vans, and a band tee. Dark. Black. Eyeliner. Practically-burnt-but-oh-so-straight-long-dark-brown-hair. A hoodie that’s two sizes too big, and has a hole in the middle, but small enough that you can’t really tell, unless you mention it. Then, of course people notice it. Dark brown skin in the summer, a direct line to your…
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Booze, babies, and something else
Booze, babies, and something else
Disgruntled. Frustrated. Anxious. Angry. Pissed off. Alanna tolerated babies when it was absolutely necessary, but took it upon herself to actively avoid them whenever possible. She’s not sure what she did to piss off God, but it must have been bad. She got stuck on a flight next to not one, but two crying babies. She sighed in exasperation. No idea what to do. Her headphones sat perfectly on her…
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The couch
I found this in my drive from 3 years ago. I don’t remember where I was going with it. But here it is… Charlene knocked on the door, holding it together. She shivered in cold winter air. The door opens. “I just need to cry!” She walks in and slumps down. Derrick grabbed her inside and held her tightly. The tears came out all at once. Charlene started to have difficulty breathing. “Hey, look…
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My path as a Mestizo
My path as a Mestizo
Displacement.Death.Rejection.Assimilation.Erasure.Education.Reclamation.Decolonization.Re-Indigenization.Pride.
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ADHD and Me
Finally, a diagnosis at age 30. I feel validated. I feel seen. I feel heard. Quiet to others, but a million thoughts forever racing through my mind. Unable to maintain focus in conversations and presentations. Constantly forgetting things. Easily distracted. Thoughtless errors. Overly talkative when excited. Interrupts others when I feel they aren’t getting to the point fast…
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Walking to Coffee
Walking to Coffee - CW // harassment
CW // harassment You felt entitled to call out to me in the middle of an intersection, in the middle of the day. You say something unintelligible. Then I hear more. “Do you need a ride?” You ask. Thinking my safest option is to ignore, that’s what I do. You felt entitled to pull around the block and call out to me, again. “Hey! Do you need a ride?” You ask, again. I muster up…
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