My taxi ride this morning 

On my way to work this morning, I rode in a taxi. The radio was playing a Spanish radio station of NYC. They were discussing the territory of Puerto Rico. Now mind you, I’m wearing my hair in a hijab not because I’m Muslim or so, cause I wear one when I don’t do my hair. So when I asked the driver to raise the volume, he was surprised and asked if I spoke Spanish…if I didn’t understand why would I ask to raise the volume? Even if I didn’t maybe I am learning and like the language…but then again people constantly stereotype. Anywho, he asks where I’m from, I begin to say I’m Puerto Rican and then he yells at me and tells me I’m American. Since I was not born in Puerto Rico, he also had the audacity to judge my Spanish. It is so sickening…languages do not define us completely. If SPAIN had not colonialized my ancestors I would not even speak Spanish or English. Language is imposed on us in this country and I really was quite upset because he was trying to label me an US American and subtract my Afro Latinidad. Yes, legally I am a citizen and born here, but I’m an outcast because of my skin and surname, because my ancestors were and are a “threat” to white supremacy. It is a shame how the colonial mindset plagues us every day 😦 even when it comes to describing your own identity. 

In all, I just hate how people just judge you and try to identify you by the way you look or even speak. I went to Anglo American schools all my life of course my English may be better than my Spanish, they don’t want us to have the skill that people pay thousands for to obtain. This country is far from free…it is oppressive and assimilates the oppressed to oppress themselves and those around them. 


Unjust Reason

If the reason is unjust
Then it’s a must
But if the reason is not treason
Fail to be indecent
It is respect that is missing
Society may be at fault
But we are a part of this system
And if changing the system makes me worthy of being classed as a criminal
Shall we all not fall ?
Remember some dues are expected
It doesn’t give us reason to be free of law
It’s our duty to figure out, how do we balance this see-saw?


He told her “you’re the kind of girl you read about in books.”

But how could that be?

When she thought that that she did not have the looks

To be thought of as She

She thought herself more like a wildflower blown by the wind

With chaos in the universe

Living in a world with a wealth of sorrow

How could she have such a force?

Then she realized she was a girl far from shallow

Her depths deeper than the ocean floor

Maybe she was like the girl he read in books,

She was she, and she was sure

That she had the power to change the war…

He did not matter

He wasn’t as lovely as the words he spoke

In a world that seemed to be getting sadder

She had to fight, bring upon a light

Help all, climb higher and higher up the ladder

She was she, and that was all she could be.



A little seedling
Unexpected but in the soil
The ground feels your heart beating
Rain falls but you never foil
The rain starts dripping
The sun beams rays
Into a world full of turmoil

You still grow
You stretch as high as the sky
You reach for the glow
You stand strong
Like a tree
You’re yellow
You feel like you met a great fellow
You extend you’re petals
You feel you’re power

Because you’re a sunflower
Strong and like a tower

A flower of serene purity
You’re my Sunflower