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The Visit

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As I wait for myself, the words come to visit. I search among my verses and fruits for some unwary certainty of me, a distracted truth hidden between the lines of this chaotic life. The pages whisper, and the ink flows, painting the canvas of my thoughts with shades of clarity and confusion. Each line, a brushstroke of my essence, and each stanza, a window to the soul I am yet to fully understand. The journey through my own poetry is a labyrinth of revelations, where the unexpected becomes the familiar, and the familiar, a source of new wonder. In … Continue reading The Visit

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Reflections on Pain, Love, and Resilience

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I will write about the pain. I will speak about my wars. Every day isn’t about planting seeds, watering my roots, and waiting for the season when the flowers in my backyard will grow. Some seasons come with battles but remembering that the Universe has already won it all brings relief to my bones. Just like pain, there is joy. There is peace and love attached to my name. Beatriz. Maria. Júlia. Nathália. Isabel. Cristina. Lina. Janete. My name is kindness. I am a lover. I am light. I am the Daughter of stars, so are you! In the quiet … Continue reading Reflections on Pain, Love, and Resilience

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Threads of Resilience

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There are women who have walked against the wind, their steps etching defiance into the fabric of time. Their footprints, invisible yet indelible, trace a lifetime of courage—a dance with gales that threaten to unravel them. Their eyes—oh, those eyes—are like uncharted oceans. Deep, mysterious, holding secrets whispered by ancient tides. Within their irises lie shipwrecks of lost dreams and sunken hopes, yet they shimmer with the promise of undiscovered lands. And love? Ah, love transforms them. Some change their skin, shedding old layers like autumn leaves, hoping to fit into the contours of another’s heart. But love can be … Continue reading Threads of Resilience

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Full of Soul

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In a world that craved my sight, they wished for me to be sightless. They yearned for the allure of my eyes yet desired them to be blind to the truths that lay bare before them. They sought the beauty of my gaze, but not the vision that came with it. They admired the fullness of my lips but recoiled at the weight of the words they formed. They longed for the softness of my speech yet shunned the hard truths that slipped from my tongue. They wanted the whispers of sweet nothings, but not the roar of political discourse. … Continue reading Full of Soul

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The Myth of Electric Love

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They say love makes the world spin round, but I tell you, it’s not the dizzying whirl of infatuation that keeps the stars aligned. You can want someone, dear, with a fire that consumes you from the inside out. You can want them until your very soul feels raw, exposed to the elements of desire. That kind of longing—it’s like water electrified by a live wire, a frenzied dance of molecules, chaotic and unrestrained. It can transform you into the hand that grips that wire, feeling the surge of energy, mistaking it for destiny. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. … Continue reading The Myth of Electric Love

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1988 – After a Hard Day of Work

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In the twilight of ’88, when the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the land, my ancestors bartered with life. They traded sustenance for survival, weaving threads of existence through the loom of necessity Three loaves of bread, warm from the hearth, exchanged hands for a goat’s weathered skin. The bread, a promise of full bellies, and the skin, a promise of warmth against the biting cold. A transaction etched in the ledger of survival. And a fat hen, plump and clucking, found herself in a dance of trade. Her feathers ruffled, her eyes sharp, she strutted her worth. … Continue reading 1988 – After a Hard Day of Work

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Where are the verses for those amazing women?

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Where are the verses for the women who defy the warnings of their mothers, forging their own paths through a world that bruises them with prejudice? What words will paint their stories, capturing the resilience in their new tongues and the scars of their battles? Shall we cast these poems into the depths of the sea, watching them sink beneath the waves as if the struggles of imperfect daughters do not deserve to be heard? As if their wounds do not bleed, their hearts do not ache, and their spirits do not rise from the ashes of self-doubt? Who are … Continue reading Where are the verses for those amazing women?