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The voice Jan 2018
She is clothed with majesty
She walks on water, she is gentle
She is sensitive and delicate to touch
She is a woman, what did you expect?
From a woman

When you saw her cry, it made sense,
Because she was sensitive
When she washed the dishes, you thought
“That’s her place!”
When she stood up and said something thoughtful
You cleaned your ears to make sure you heard right

She is a delicate woman, a sensitive one
Aren’t all women? Aren’t all human beings?
Is everyone just a little delicate and sensitive?
No! Men are strong and driven and ‘manly’.

So when a woman was strong and driven,
She was ‘manly’, wasn’t she?
When a woman chose school over getting married,
And having kids,
She wasn’t woman enough! Was she?

She hears the voices, she felt ashamed,
So she became the woman you said she should be
But when her little girl asked?
She did not know what to say!

You are clothed with majesty,
You walk on water, you are gentle
You are sensitive and delicate to touch
You are a woman.

And when her little girl asked about school,
She remembered, someone told her
“Your place is at home with the kids, waiting
Waiting for your husband, not at school”

You are a woman, embrace it
You are intelligent, so use that
You are a woman, you do whatever you want to do
Go to school, go to college, graduate, and be successful

He can wait, kids can wait,
Staying at home doesn’t have to be your only choice!
Thanks mom!
The voice Feb 2017
Yes, I am afraid
Why?
Because it is dark
The darkness is scary
It is scary because anything could happen
Anything could happen because you can't see it coming
You don't see it coming because you trusted nothing would
It's dark,  no one and nothing is supposed to see you
You should be safe because nothing can find you
Right?
You thought so
Didn't you? *
You thought you would be safe
Didn't you?
You thought no one could harm you?
Didn't you?
You gave him your trust, and when it got dark,
You leaned on him
The only other person witch you
DID you NOT believe in him?
DID you NOT expect him to protect you?
DID you ask him to hurt you? *


WHy not?
Why not be afraid?
Why not be afraid of the dark?
Why not be afraid of the dark sometimes?
Why not be afraid of the dark sometimes when he's there?
Why not be afraid of the dark sometimes when he's there, and he's the only one?
Why not be afraid of the dark sometimes when he's there and he's the only one capable of saving you?
Why not be afraid of the dark sometimes when he's there and he's the only one capable of saving and hurting you, the most?
*Why not?
The voice Dec 2016
The best gift that a brother or sister can give is the gift of a niece or nephew
My little one, you are not mine to raise
But I keep you to play
You are not mine to put you to bed every night
But you are mine to care for when you need it
My little boy
you are not mine to send you off on your first day of school
But I get to listen to you tell me all about it
My little girl
I have to miss some of the endless cries
But the ones I get, I’ll make sure you are safe
My little baby in the crib
I cannot enjoy every time you take your first steps,
Oh sweet little angel
But I get to hold your hand whenever you need me too
And even when you feel a little devilish
If you ever feel like falling,
If you even need someone else
I know mom and dad are enough
But I grew up with one of them, and I know they have long days too
So if you need someone, if you need auntie
I’m here
I will make you mad, because that is my job
I will make mom and dad get mad, because that is my job
I will make you laugh when you do not want to, because that is my job
But it is my pleasure to hold you tight
To defend you
To care for you
To hold on to you
And to feed you things mom and dad say you should not eat.*
Aside from anything, I’ll be here with open arms.
For my baby niece and nephew. I love you
The voice Oct 2016
How creative can you be?
How dramatic does a piece of work have to be
to be worth your time?
How many times have you actually tried to go out of your way and experience molding your own definition of creativity
Clay
Ceramics
The texture, smooth or rough
The form, tall or short skinny of more rounded
The texture, allows you to think and concentrate
nothing else matters when your are planning your piece
The form, allows to risk and try new things
Nothing else matters when you are actually trying
That problem you have before you enter the room
stays at the door maybe it travels with you to the chair,
but as soon as your hands feel the clay and begin to form
the solutions begin to form
Clay is such an easy struggle
You have many decisions to make
How much clay?
How many details?
How many utensils?
How much time?
But that last one is actually the least, no time is good
spend years trying to figure out what you want to make
and then make it in a second
or spend a second figuring it out
and spend those years making it.
Taking your mind out of that thing that happened earlier in the day,
What was it again?
Yup, it was not as fun as clay.
You've build it, you've fired it, not paint it
What colors?
What pattern?
What resemblance will you give it?
One? More than One? maybe way to many,
or too alike of colors.
Black and white,
Wait, what was that?
Ohhhh, remember that problem earlier?
This time actually remember, because it isn't just a problem
It is a problem with a solution.
Now we know what to do!
It doesn't have to be clay, but I personally love it. I hope you find a good free class, there are many out there if you just look closely.
The voice Aug 2016
I've heard it being said that in a near death experience, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.The brightest light you will ever see because all of its surroundings are pitch black.
It is a lie, I have seen darker when the tears fell down my eyes as I struggled to find myself. I've seen darker as I stood there and watched the one I trusted most letting me down again and again. I've seen darker as I heard you cry out in the middle of the night because of the nightmares you had and no one listened, I was there too.
I thought I would never see such sadness in someone, so much that your tears turned into mine.
Our lives are so different, our struggles and our fights could not be any more contrary the one to the other. Our lives were being lived on opposite sides, how did we find ourselves in the same place, sharing our stories.
I heard you cry out in the middle of the night because of the nightmares you had and no one listened. I was there too.
How could two girls the same age, one American and one Hispanic, one with short wavy hair, the other with long straight hair
one with brown eyes, the other with a dark shade of green.
You stood there with tear drops in your eyes, and cried out, and said word by word every thing you have been holding in from everyone. You said things you have never said to anyone because of fear. I could see in your eyes the desire you had to yell out and set yourself free.
I have been there too. I stood there thinking it was my fault, I stood there thinking that I did not deserve the smile on my face. But you stood there with the same tears the same struggle and you did, and I wanted to tell you that you deserve every smile and many more but I couldn't. How could I tell you that it would be okay, if I didn't even know if I was going to be okay. Yet somehow by the end of the week, I knew, we both knew that as long as we believed in ourselves we would be okay? You and I together...
Everytown Wisconsin 2016
The voice Jan 2016
She did not know what was going on
She was confused about the path she would take
Did she have to make the decision alone?
She has heard that she didn't but where was that other decision-maker
She gave everything she had and expected nothing and gained nothing

She did not know what was going on
Was she really falling in love or just desperate
Had she really been so blind was she finally seeing clearly
Had she really just lowed herself for an illusion

She did not know what was going on
How could she not realize
the is so young, so ignorant to love
She had so much ahead of her
and many more problems

She did not know what was going on
Yet that was no excuse to put on the platter
Yet she had much better things to do
A guy was no match for the worries in her mind
She had a mother brothers fathers* and yet her mind,
was only on him

She did not know what was going on
yet she did
she knew why she cared so much
she knew why she was so attached to something so pathetic
It was not love, or desperation, or even lust
it was fear

She did not know what was going on
She was afraid that she would never really understand love
She was afraid that she would never be loved
she was afraid that she would end up alone
So she fell for the trick of love
She fell for a fantasy

She pretended she had to make a decision all by herself
when she always knew that God was the answer...
The story of a friend
The voice Aug 2015
Como decirte que me has lastimado, si eso significa que te lastimaría
Como aclarar tus dudas si aclararlas es que sufras la verdad
Como asercarme a ti con amor si se que te podria lastimar

Dime, acaso fui yo quien cambio?
Fui you la que se alejo de la verdad primero?
Fueron mis palabras las que lastimaron mas?
Fue La fuerza de mi amor la que hizo tanto daño?

Yo solo quería escucharte decir un te quiero aunque fuese mentira
Solo quería tener el palpitar de tu corazón conjunto al mio
Solo tenía la esperanza de que por una vez tu tomaras mi mano
Yo solo quería sentir que tenía el respaldo de alguien....

Tenía muchos deseos de que me sostubieras en tus brazos
De que por un momento todo pareciera solo una pesadilla
Quería porbun instante llevarme yo la victoria , aunque hiciera trampa
Quería tenerte como un amigo,un aliado, un hermano

Me canse de que quisieras ser un padre, sabes ya tengo bastantantes de esos
Uno se dio por vencido y nunca intento ser parte de mi vida
Otro estuvo allí y cobro un precio demasiado caro que tuve que pagar
Si quieres ser un padre para mi tienes que lastimarme, hacerme sentir que valgo la pena y luego darte la vuelta
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