I Sleep with a Photo of My Little One.
While I take responsibility for the events leading to that moment, that invasion is where I am stuck. Stuck because it led to my little baby without a dad.
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Jessica Romero
Befriending the Land, My Earth Home.
I knew the land had heard me. I felt her reach out her giant arms and wrap me up inside of them. I heard her chanting, "Welcome back, welcome back.”
My Rapist Died This Morning.
My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him.
Where We Are Going, Will There Be Grass? {poetry}
Whitman asked of us to “loaf and invite our souls”
to “observe a spear of grass” and did you?
Did you let your frame soak into the earth...?
None Can Know What Gets Lost and Found at the Crossroads.
We do know that to be alive is to age, and aging is inherently a losing proposition to which we must surrender, with grace or not.
Fear Prevents Us from Speaking Our Truth: Reflections During Pregnancy.
It’s... Fear, sitting in his dark corner with a smirk, twisting his mustache and rubbing his hands together, plotting our paralysis.
Cultivating a New Way of Listening to Herself.
Her absence in others' lives was a time she took to cultivate a close relationship with herself. This relationship is one she works at daily.
For All the Girls in Red. {poetry}
The girl in red will... rise again and again,
Rapunzel weaving your hatred into gold.
No matter how many times you twist her
Wrists or her words...
Has Anyone Seen My Soul?
“Be true to yourself,” her soul now whispered to her. “You’ve spent far too long trying to please others, to follow someone else’s path..."
How to Navigate Painful Changes.
My knowledge, insights, and skills didn’t rain from glitter-filled clouds from the night skies while angels sang me to sleep. Painful experiences shaped me.