Rhymes & Ramblings
Shedding
Written at a park, after it came to me on a walk, the morning of October 14th, 2025
This was written exactly two weeks after launching the website on my 37th birthday. A lot of feelings had been coming up, of joy, of pride, of nervousness and overwhelm, of excitement and anxiety.
And while dealing with various, strong, sometimes conflicting feelings, I have been noticing how no part of it is doubt. I have never been this sure of the path I have chosen. It has never felt this aligned with the current.
I know me, my art, my practice are all going to undergo constant evolution and transformation. I know I'll adopt what fits and release what doesn't. But most importantly, I know, I don't need to do that in hiding.
I am ready to be witnessed in my humanity, not in anyone's definition of perfection, including my own. I am here for it.
- Fall, 2025
I wish
Written cerca 2011-2013. When I read this poem now, I notice the undiagnosed neurodivergence. It is literally all I see.
Just one more quiet cry for help buried in my journals.
- cerca 2011-2013
Closed Eyes
Written during the winter of 2023, a couple of months after the Genocide in Gaza started.
The duality of watching it unfold on my phone while also living my life, going to work, meeting people like nothing is happening messed with my head. No one around was even ready to engage in conversation about it. The only time i saw relatable reactions was at protests.
As it continued (and is still continuing) unchecked, a lot of my illusions of the world were shattered. I felt insane.
Something broke inside me.
Something also awakened.
- Winter, 2023
Why do they get to have it and not me?
Written on September 11th, 2025 after a racist aggression from an old white woman.
For the first time in my life, it didn’t stick. Just slid off. Entirely.
After I got over the pleasant surprise of that, I wondered how sad must her life be, if this is how she chooses to spend her time. She seemed so unhappy and discontent, packaging her sadness as hate, or so I felt.
I sent some good wishes her way (I know! I’m a whole new person!) and wrote this poem.