the land before history began
land that was not ruled by a man
land that raised me
land with more beauty I had ever seen
a land filled with spirits in trees beautiful and green
land that was untouched
land prosperous and lush
land that I fled to when I was scared
land that helped me with the struggles I bared
land filled with artifacts
land with hidden, ancient tracks
land that I called my own
land that was my home
the man with a cross in hand
set fires to the land
he spoke in a different tongue
and tried to teach it to our young
my people gave him food and water
he only gave us an alter
he told us we were sinners
made us kneel with interlocked fingers
I saw the flags in the distance
I cried in an instance
more of his men were coming
I knew we had to start running
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
my phone goes off
it was a missed call from you
excitement rushes through my body
I run to my phone
the charger keeps me from answering
I pick up
hello? hello?
silence
I realize my time to answer was over
I dial your number quickly
my thoughts moved so fast
I called someone else
I breathe and slowly dial your number
hey sorry my phone was charging
did you need something?
time goes by and finally, you speak
" sorry I didn't mean to call"
my heart shatters
oh okay not a problem
have a good night
your parting words "okay bye"
I sigh
I take my phone
and let it continue charging
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
She is calm and silent
She is loud and chaotic
She bore my brothers and my sisters
She bore navigators and famers
In her anger she created mountains
In happiness she created rainbows
In her joy she filled rivers
In her sadness she rose the sea
She is light
She is darkness
She is home
Her hair is the coconut trees
Her eyes are the guasåli flowers
Her tears is the rain
Her smile is the moon
She raised giants and warriors
She taught mothers and daughters
She is light
She is darkness
She is home
Her gentle voice leads me to the jungles
Her screams lead me to the ocean
Her arms cradle me like banana leaves
Her songs are sung by the birds
She is light
She is darkness
She is home
Guåhan is home
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
can you hear them?
the cries of the children who have no land to pass down to their descendants
can you see them?
the bodies of the Sainas (elders) who starved to death
can you feel them?
the spirits of our ancestors chasing you out of our jungles
do you appreciate them?
the CHamoru soldiers who fought beside you in combat
i'isao hao: you are a sinner
you have sinned against us, against God, against our ancestors, against the land, and you have sinned against the future generations
get out of our land! take your bullets! take your bulldozers! take the chemicals that pollute our water! take your bombs! take back your broken promises! take back your lies! take it all back!
give us, the taotaotano (people of the land) our islands back
Na libre i Islan Marianas: free the Marianas Islands
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
treat me like your guitar
bring me to your chest
cradle me in your arms
protect me from falling
sing to me
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
a blank page evokes no emotions
but the second a pen has done its work... you can be moved to tears
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
Oppression.
Military.
Depression.
Racism.
Lies.
Murders.
Corruption.
These are the necessities for the United States to create a colony.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 6:38 AM UTC
all our life we are told to tame our mane
told to tie up that tangled mess
or cut it because people cannot stand to see it go past our butts
they scream savage at the sight of our luscious hair
mothers even tell their daughters to keep their hair up when they are around us
as if every woman with long hair harbors head louse
they tell us we look like jungle women
little do they know that its who we are
we are the descendants of powerful jungle women
women who lead tribes
women who bore chiefs
women who were the hearts of the family
men are challenged when they see our long straight, wavy, or curly hair being worn so openly
these are the men that tell us to chop our beautiful locks
I want to tell you, my sisters
keep those locks
grow them till they touch the ground
adorn them with flowers
let your mane smell like the ocean
show your power
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
Day feels like mere seconds compared to the infinite night
My hands are colder even though I have the blanket to myself
My cheeks no longer have the rosy hue of a girl who is in love
My laughs are quiet, it might as well not exist
The **** night is filled with little dreams of us walking along the shore
Filled with the memories of secret glances and goofy smiles
I wish these lonely nights were filled with life and parties and people
But all I have is the extra blanket you used to bundle up in and the void in my bed where you used to sleep
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
You drew me once
It feels like forever ago
You were able to capture all the curves of my face
You knew me like no other
You looked at my face with love in your eyes
I gave you a genuine smile because you truly made me happy
Now you no longer draw me
I am not your muse
But I can only hope that the next girl you draw feels the love I felt
I want you to capture her face with your pencil perfectly
Make her smile
Make her as happy as I was
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC