Word Vomit

I care. That terrifies me. It makes me vulnerable, And I don’t like that. If it were up to me I wouldn’t need anyone. I’d be able to do what I want Without having to worry. But I worry. I worry all the time. I worry about you. I worry about him. I worry about her. Others are my priority. As much as I would like to be selfish, I can’t. What I crave are friendships. Ones that are everlasting. So I put myself on the line. I go above and beyond for you. Even if you don’t do the same for me. I want to be your person. There is nothing more important to me Than being a good friend. There was a time I tried to put up walls. I tried to steer clear of love. In fear of pain, I hurt others to save myself. There is nothing I regret more Than the pain I caused, And the hearts I’ve broken. Over time I have realized, Love makes life worth living. And even if it ends badly, I will love you until the end of my days. Becau...

¿Como estas? (How are you?) Detention! In America, We speak English. That is what I was told. If you spoke Spanish in class You got in trouble. All the Latino and Hispanic kids were bad. I didn’t speak Spanish. I didn’t even try. Mom and Dad got mad at me because of it. They didn’t know Spanish was a bad thing. That it got you punished in school. I didn’t tell them because I knew they’d get upset. I used to get embarrassed when they spoke Spanish in public. My teachers would not have liked them. Back then most of the criminals on TV looked like us. Little did I know why that was. I forgot my pen one day. Mr. Johnson gave me detention. If I had blonde hair and blue eyes He wouldn’t have done that. When I complained about tacos at lunch Some kid told me to go back to Mexico. I told him I had never even been there. That was the truth. I never really liked listening to Spanish music. Sydney said it was ghetto. That made me ...

It doesn’t matter what they are to you. Best friend, lover, spouse, family. It doesn’t matter. If you were honest with yourself, You would accept that we are all strangers to some extent. I mean, Can you honestly say that anyone really knows you? You have secrets. Twisted thoughts you repress and keep to yourself. Deny it. Go ahead. But you know it’s true. Who we are on the outside Is only the person we allow others to see. But on the inside, There are many versions of us. Growing up I was told to not question things. Believe in God. Respect your elders. Act white. Dress feminine. Be straight. With so many rules to follow, I oftentimes retreat from this reality And live in a world of fantasy. My ability to escape this world Is what has kept me sane. In the privacy of my room I can be and do anything. Fight my enemies. Save the princess. Be a hero. Be a villain. Every character I write Is a piece of me. ...

I hardly recognized it anymore. There were a few familiar faces, But everyone else was a stranger. Who were they? The room felt colder. All our old pictures had been replaced. I wondered, What happened to this place? It was very different when I was there. Warm and kind. These newbies didn’t know me. They had no idea what I did for that place. Some even had the nerve to complain about my presence. People used to respect me there. I ruled that office with a pen and a mouse. Why was I there if my time had passed? Many of them may not have known my name, But it’s those who did that I looked out for. I didn’t visit that place in hopes of taking over. My time to reign was done for. All I wanted was to make sure they were okay. I suppose there was also a part of me That hoped by standing where I used to I would feel a great sense of pride. I did not. Being there was painful. A constant reminder of what I no longer had. I e...