Open fields are meant for me to listen
To the stars tell me it's alright
While I cry silently about being lonely

Do you smile at your phone
Like I do
When your name,
My name
Appears on my screen
Your screen?

To live is to breathe
To not breathe is to die
And yet
With every inhale I hope that it's carries
The scent of you

Me pregunto,
Soy libre
pertenezco  
en un país que no me da la bienvenida?

I wonder,
Am I free
Do I belong
in a country that does not welcome me?

No more summer flings in July
Means
No more heartbreaks in September

Which to the human heart
Is more painful?
Loving someone
Or Being alone?

What's the point
Of telling the truth
If even my truth
Is at question?

Dear Future love,

I look forward to seeing you form many faces
The happy ones when I occasionally cook
Because the mixture of my cultural differences will be comes as a surprise

The confusion when you upset me
To the sad ones you make when we argue
    because we care

Your sleeping one because you consider my
    side to be your place of comfort
The excitement we will share when good
    comes our way
To those tranquil moments that we wish
    would just stop

But the thing I look forward to the most
   Is loving you

I have
Taken being called the N-word hard er
Told that I don't belong
Taken that I am fat
my hair was not beautiful cause it was never long
Taken that I would never make it out of High school
My dream held no worth
That nobody wanted me here and that I should be gone

Despite all the hatred and spite gave to me
I refuse to return it.

Forever,
I will be the listening ear
But
When it comes for me to express my voice
No ears linger.
Always

I'm considerably lazy
but for my brothers
I would sprint in hellfire itself
if they ever needed their big sister

brave the tundra
if they told me they were sad
and travel from the moon
to hug them if they were lonely.

I would give them the world if I could
but
I can only give them my heart
Even though they are already living pieces of it

Once emotional ties are formed
I am gone once more
I don't think
I have stayed long enough in my seat
To even rest

on to the next
state
country
emotional adventure.

I long
For a Home
That I have never known

Much like a hound
longs for a bone

Home oh home
Where are you?

Decisively
Everyone
Abandons
Their
Happiness

Why is it the ones who are,
In the right that have too
Apologize masses
And kiss *****?

The house
Is just a house
And it’s not my house
But it’s a house

But the house
Could be my house
And could a home
In fact, my home.

Maybe I can give up wandering and settle just for few.

It was only a week
Yet it felt like years
do tell me
Where have you been
and where have you gone

I am not the same person I used to be
Not last year
A month ago
A week ago
or even a second

That person exists no more
And I call her progress

Sometimes I feel like I’m treading on eggs
But I’m just fine
Because I imagine they are your head

How does one not  go crazy when basic necessities
Are not at a basic cost
Instead,

Your ´average´ single rooms median rate is around $950
Squeeze as many as you can into that one room because
2 rooms you´re looking around 1,000+

Don´t wish to starve right?
Average household groceries range about 4,000
Throw in a nice budget, and a few coupons and who knows
You might range about 3,800

They tell you Education is the key but
But tuition itself is around 9,970
In-State that is.

Heck scientist have even theorized the cost of BREATHING
To be around $80

Living is a luxury I can no longer afford

I cannot help but compare people to plants.

We are born,
Blooming throughout our lives
We sow seeds and bear fruit.

Like trees,
We take root spreading far and wide
And yet we wither and die in the same soil

Even still,
The flower petals dance through the sky
And our greatest adventure continues.

Honduras,
I stand with you
Even when my country covers her ears
I hear your cries

She remains complacent in her ways
Yet I shall help her recall
The Refugee Act of 1980

As you cross through frigid rivers
And walk through dense forest
With your families trailing behind you
Your hope blazes ahead of your journey
And I can see it,
The helping hand that we once swore to give

And as you continue your march to the border
While they rush to close your entry
I only wish that they could see it too.