Viral Poetry - Self Submission

Words dancing through my mind like soft petals in the wind

I can't pretend these tears
Aren't over flowing steadily
I can't prevent this hurt from
Almost overtaking me
But I will stand and say goodbye
For you'll never be mine
Until you know the way
it feels to fly




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You call yesterday to basically say
That you care for me but that you're just not in love
Immediately I pretended to beel similarly
And led you to believe I was O.K.
To just walk away from the thing
That's unyielding and sacred to me

So what do you do when somebody you're devoted to
Suddenly just stops loving you and it seems they haven't got a clue
Of the pain that rejection is putting you through
Do you cling to your pride and sing I will survive
Do you lash out and say How dare you leave this way
Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away

When the world ends...

Original Poetry that came to me today. Its an intermittent feeling that I have been battling with for some time now, but hopefully by writing it down, I can make some forward movement.

When the world ends...by PMarie

Long ago I wrote these words
And part of me still feels the connection
Once upon a time these words were the only echo of my faintly beating heart
Once upon a time I believed in the fairytale

"When the world ends, my heart will remain with you"

My heart reached out, eagerly looking for something to grasp
My body, broken, tattered, in ruins from nights of no sleep
My lungs, gasping for air, having screamed time and time again "Lord, WHY?!!?"
My mind, blackened by the stinging punch of your uncouth ways.

"When the world ends, my heart will remain with you"

Reverberations in my chest like the soulful songs of the afflicted
Repeating over and over again as if it were trying to convince me
Convince me of all that I have been trying to ignore
The pulse of my veins powered by the memory of you,
the memory of me, of what could have been.

"When the world ends, my heart will remain with you"

And within a small piece of myself, a part of you will always stay.

Viral Minds Think Alike Pt 1

Viral Minds Think Alike Pt 1

So, I will start uploading videos of people that I feel can say things better than I can or at least have caused me to think about my own actions.

This video is just pure comedy although the person who created it is saying some very true things that I think all women need to hear.

STOP PLAYING YOURSELVES MUJERES!!! You need a guy that can step up to the plate point blank, stop making things so damn hard on yourselves!

It's funny how things come around....

It's funny how things come back. 10 months ago I never thought I would be in the position that I am now. With my grad school apps over and done with, a full time job, money in the bank and still involving myself with classes, boxing, social life and romance.

10 months ago, I was sulking in the misery of what was and did not have a very clear outlook on what was to come. But, I started writing. My words were my ladder, helping me to climb out of the overwhelmingly large hole I thought I was in. Initially, I thought the climb would take a millenia, but after starting my acension I realized I was already there. My freedom, my release from my enclosure had been the very thing my soul needed.

So, I sit here today in reflection. Thinking of the pain that I felt. Thinking of the tears that fell like lonely raindrops from my eyes. Thinking of the sleepless nights and the days of hunger. And the only thing that I can say is - I am truly blessed. For, it was these days of deprivation, these months of solitude and wander that have brought me to the place I am today. Placid and content. Serenity surrounding my every move. Peace instilled every decision. It is today that I can look behind me and see just how many rungs on the ladder I have climbed. It is today, that I can be thankful for my grace, my dignity and the smile I wore on my face regardless of how many people wished they could take it away from me.

Today, was another revolution made on the cycle. Knowing that I have moved forward in spite of obvious regression of others. Knowing that I have been able to make something of myself because of my own hard work and diligence. Knowing that I am a winner in my own right, keeps the wheel turning. 10 months of progress. 10 months of growth. We have to be thankful for our pain and sorrow, it truly teaches us the meaning of being happy. We have to appreciate the time that we are alone (and we should all be alone for a period of time - just a suggestion) because it allows us to really value being with others.

I have learned that I am a blessing in the life of those who have me. I have learned that I have qualities that can be matched by no one else. I have learned that my unique existence in this world is a jewel in the life of those that I love and those that love me. I have learned that LOVE is not something you can genuinely give to someone over a short period of time. It must be cultivated, it must be discussed, it must have a reason or a source.

Don't short change love, because love is good at short changing you right back.

Today, I am not the woman I was yesterday, nor am I the woman I am going to be tomorrow. Today, I am happy with my life. Today, I am blessed. But, its interesting how things come around. On a daily basis, remind yourself that things can always improve. Thank God for putting you through these struggles, because he is preparing you for your rewards.

My name is SavvyBoricua: Mind, Body and Soul and this is my blog

Don't talk about it. BE about it.

I have always had very strong viewpoints in regards to how life works and what the "right" choices should be for myself and others. I always have been a forward moving, progressively thinking individual, fighting to push barriers both seen and unseen. I have always been one to get my hands dirty in a situation to effect change in the environment around me. So, if I offend anyone by what I say, I don't mean to and I deeply apologize in advance!

I grew up in a suburb of Detroit. The school system was predominantly black (African American for those uncomfortable with my terminology) and I was always the representative for the Latino people. From a young age, I always knew what it was like to be the "other" amongst a sea of people who knew what it was like to be the "same". If you could only know the frustrations I felt when I would hear people talk about how "the man is oppressing them" or how "being a minority in the suburbs was so hard". Imagine being a minority amongst minorities. Imagine having people disregard your heritage on a daily basis and claim you as their own (which I have to admit had its benefits at times). Imagine knowing your true roots but hiding that pride inside of you for more than half of your life so you can fit in with the rest of the crowd.

Don't tell me that I don't know what it is like to struggle for my people, because I have "good hair, good skin color and I don't carry the masters last name". Don't tell me that I don't have to work as hard as everyone else because "the man doesnt keep me down". Because quite frankly I am enough of me, you, them and everyone else to hold my own self down in ANY situation. Don't call me fake, or a poser. It was because of you that I morphologically developed into a social chameleon. Don't tell me that I don't know about slavery and how dare you ask me "what are you?"

To answer your question, I am a human being, what are you?!

The other day, I was taken aback by a comment that was made towards me. I don't know why, but I felt really offended when this happened and I don't know whether it was my innate repulsiveness to ignorance, or if I was upset because I felt like someone was questioning the validity of what I said but the conversation went as follows:

P: Yea, I was a choreographer for a Puerto Rican folkloric dance that gets its roots from African dances.

XY: Wait, there are black people in Puerto Rico?

P: Umm, yes. Wait, are you serious?

XY: Oh, well I just thought all Puerto Ricans were your complexion or lighter - I didn't know there were actually Africans there too.

P: (at this point my eyes were reeling in the back of my head and I was doing some intense breathing exercises to keep my cool)

So, in regards to this comment, and for seeing that there are people who are unaware

Let me tell you about myself:

My blood comes from the slaughtering of my Taino indians. Natives of Puerto Rico, and the Caribbean at large. They were a traveling people, settling into Puerto Rico, Cuba, Northern parts of South America, Haiti, the Dominican Republic and Jamaica to name a few.

For those of you who chose to sleep through your World History courses, for 300 years the route of transport of slaves was patterned in the shape of a triangle...First going from Europe to West Africa - from West African Yoruba tribes to the Caribbean and American colonies then back to Europe.

The bloodshed of Tainos, mis Africanos, mixed with the Spanish colonizer/slavetrader blood created the people you see today.

Slavery started in 1517 on the island of Puerto Rico and was not abolished until 1873. Slavery in the US started almost 40 years later and ended 10 years earlier. Now, I agree, it was wrong and horrible either way you look at it. But don't go thinking you were the only ones that suffered in this time, my people suffered too.

My people, your people...are the same people.

However, instead of hanging our heads low and dwelling on the torture that was brought upon our ancestors, my blood flows with pride. I take pride in the bomba y plena and the barriles created by my African ancestors. I take pride in words like huracan, barbacoa, bohio and canoa, words used in Spanish but that originated on the authentic Taino tongue. I take pride in the fact that Puerto Ricans pronounce the R's in our words like L's and we drops the S's from the ends of our words, because the Africans that came to our island could not pronounce these words due to their dialect, so they took their Spaniard Masters words and added their own twist to it.

I take pride in the various shades of brown, white and black that canvas my island. I take pride i knowing you can't put a finger on what I am just by looking at me, because that means I am a culmination of 3 beautiful cultures and I am unique.

So, no offense, but please don't try to assimilate me into your culture. Please, don't try to assume I don't know your struggle. Because we are more alike than we are different and if you really took the time to get to know my history, you would realize that I am just. like. you.

But, to this world, on paper, I am still considered OTHER. In my efforts to move forward and make a better life for myself, I feel like I have to try two, three, four times as hard as the next person. To this country, they hear that I am Latina and they seem to instantly think "illegal immigrant sucking up our government funds?" and when I clarify that I am Puerto Rican and my islanders are US Citizens then they say, "oh, so you're black?". haha.. Nooo, im not. (not that there is anything wrong with that)

After getting this far in my life I have gotten to the point where I advise myself and those I care about to do one thing and one thing only. If you are going to effect change in your environment, if you have plans to do something great - stop talking. KNOW where you come from, KNOW where you are going. Shut up, and do something. Be a woman of Action. Be a man of Action. Be an individual of Action. Stop dwelling on what was. Stop worrying about what is. Stop thinking about what is to come. If you set your mind to something, shut up and do it.

One of my favorite high school teachers had a poster in his classroom that I read on a daily basis and it stated: THERE IS NO TRY. THERE IS ONLY DO OR DON'T DO.

So, my friends, we may seem to be in unfavorable situations at this point in our lives. We may be frustrated with the things we have or don't have. We may be upset about the love we want to find but cannot. But, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to sit around and let your past dictate who you are? Are you going to sit around and let someone else determine your role in this world? Or, are you going to stand up and be an individual of Action?

The choice is yours. Isn't it time you made history?

My name is SavvyBoricua: Mind, Body and Soul and this is my blog

Rediscovery

The road to rediscovery is paved with potholes
The kind of holes that will suck you in and spit you out
The kind of holes that leave you with a pounding headache, a sore toosh and the need for one of those extra strength execedrins (mmm yummm)

The road to rediscovery is a one way street
Once you start down the path the only way out is by pushing forward
Theres not enough room to turn around in case you change your mind

The road to rediscovery has no map
This road, is not a road to Nowhere (you passed that exit a long time ago)
This is a road to Somewhere, and where you'll end up is hard to know

The road to rediscovery has no end
keep driving,
keep observing,
theres a new lesson at every bend

This road will wind and dip, and the dust may get in your eyes
but know that this journey will continue, as long as you have the drive

My name is SavvyBoricua: Mind, body and soul and this is my blog.

Cease and Assist

We have to all come to the understanding that no matter what we do, no matter where we are, no matter who we are with, there will always be judging eyes watching.

Growing up I was always surrounded by petty drama. My friends arguing over the dumbest things and me being caught in the middle. I would always say to myself that in the next stage of life, things won't be this way. "In high school I wont have to deal with this mess". "In college I won't have to be surrounded by stupid drama" "After college, people are too busy to be dramatic - I can't wait until I graduate". But lo and behold, the shit does not end. The drama does not cease. And if anything, it all just gets worse!

Its exhausting to hear people proclaim that you should learn from your mistakes so as not to repeat them in the future. Its frustrating to hear people say that they are mature and "grown" but ultimately resort to childlike behaviors to get their way.

People, take time out to look at yourself in the mirror. Look at yourself long and hard and ask yourself, "Am I the person that I really claim to be?" "Do my actions speak louder than my words? Do I lead by example? Do I allow the thoughts of others to infuse into my own? Am I my own person?"

Reflect upon yourself and you will find that drama, arguments, and judgement from others is all a manifestation of your own insecurities.

Be courageous enough to admit you are not perfect and figure out the steps to grow.