HAVE YOU EVER
FELT LIKE…
there is no one who understands you, or who knows where you come from, let alone looks like you?
THERE WAS A TIME …
I was lost, alone, with no one to relate to. I was 15 years-old, and I was cutting in the bathroom. I didn’t have my own room and there was nowhere to escape. I didn’t feel anything, and all I could think was “no one understands me, why am I here, what’s the point of living, and I need to feel something.”
AND SO I
focused on writing, writing my stories, my fears, my insecurities, when no one was there to listen to them. I focused on my school-work, because I knew I wanted to get out of the hood and BE SOMETHING.
And when I was at UCLA, I found a community. A community of first-generation Xicanxs who understood me, who listened to me, who looked like me, and motivated me to pursue my dreams, my passion, my medicine.
I began my own healing journey, by reconnecting to my Mexica roots, my indigenous ancestors, through ceremony & danza, I learned to love myself, my identity, and fight for justice through organizing and activism.
WE TEND TO
BELIEVE THAT…
a brown Xicana from the hood doesn’t have anywhere to go, no one to talk to, and she will get lost as another statistic.
Either end-up pregnant as a teen, get killed in a drive-by, or be financially supported by a man who treats her bad.
I’M PROUD OF…
being a first generation, Xicana, with a Master’s Degree Because my parents worked HARD to get me to where I am today, and this is for them and for the next 7 generations.
I am proud of being a Mom of three sensitive, energetic & playful semillas. I am proud of being a business owner/entrepreneur and making my own money.
And I am proud of my poetry because writing helps me heal.