It’s about…

It’s about what you do to live; to feel alive and actually be present. It’s about making life beautiful for others, and touching lives with your kindness and love.
It’s about unity, humbling down and understanding that you might not be able to walk in someone’s path but, you can give them a pair of shoes to make that walk easier.
It’s about giving those in need the clothes that was once on your back, sharing the bread the lord has blessed you with, or simply being a helping hand.
It’s about seeing that every time we unite, the universe changes; every time we reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes.
It’s about kindness, because with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, you are truly living and not just existing.

-Kbeautifulmind

Not everyone is meant to be in your life forever. 

Say goodbye to those who hurt you, envy you, disrespect you, and betray you. 

Always protect your innocence and your soul, because in the end it’s you and yourself that matters. 

Your inner self has to be emotionally healthy and stable, in order for you to be able to shine and be the very best you! 

-Kbeautifulmind 

El sueño Americano

Tu que eres de aquí, a de ser muy fácil. 

Si por qué la renta me la bajan por qué soy de aquí. 

Tu que eres de aquí, todo lo puedes. 

Si por qué siendo de aquí, viene con privilegios siempre. 

No. 

No es tan fácil. 

Por qué soy de aquí, pero de los de abajo. 

Por qué soy de aquí, pero de los que sufren. 

El sueño Americano… 

frustra

irrita 

decepciona 

hasta a los “Americanos.” 

-Kbeautifulmind 

10 de Mayo 

Hoy día de las madres abraza a tu mami y dile cuanto la quieres. Si ya no está contigo, recuerda los buenos momentos y aprecia todo lo que hizo por ti. 

Si no fue la madre que tú deseabas, perdónala, reza por ella, y encuentra la paz que necesitas. 

Recuerda que la vida es polvo puede esparcirse en un momento; lo único que te llevarás son las memorias y lo que había dentro. 

Así es que, como si fuera tu ultimo día; ama sinceramente, perdona a los que te han lastimado, aprecia a los que siguen a tu lado, y vive en la vida mostrando le a todos cuento los quieres. 

No dejes que se te escapen los detalles, recuerda que nadie es eterno en este mundo. 

-Kbeautifulmind 

1095


I lay here and look over at the box.

The pretty, pretty box you most definitely would have loved.

You didn’t pick it out, but I knew when I saw it that the colors, the shape, and the image imprinted represented the perfect place for your ashes to rest.

I look at the picture of us on the wall to the right of the box.

What I’d give to have you here again.

I close my eyes, tears begin to run down…

I allow the moment to take me back to that day.

I remember the garden like it was yesterday, the leaves were beginning to fall off from many of the trees.

The oranges we picked were so delighting to taste.

The wind was the perfect breeze, it was a chilly day but the sun was shinning and it helped keep us warm enough.

The laughs, the annoyance with the boys not wanting to take pictures anymore, and the shit talking we all did to each other.

“Just like super models…” said the photographer, and we gave each other a funny face and laughed.

You with that shy smile, and me with my perky giggle.

I miss you.

I miss bugging you for pictures.

I miss your laughter.

Your shy smile.

Your ridiculous jokes.

I miss your accent.

I miss your shit talking.

“Why you smile? Is not funny!”

I miss it all.

I miss taking care of you.

I wish I would have done it sooner, better.

Heck, I even miss rubbing your feet one thing I dreaded growing up…

“Mom, again!”

“Please, I am tired, I had a long day.”

“Ugh, fine but just FIVE minutes.”

I even miss fighting with you.

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting with them…

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting to making it through this…

I rather be fighting with you, instead of fighting myself to hold on.

1095 days. 1095 days since you been gone, and I’d give anything even just to fight with you again.

-Kbeautifulmind

The Land of the Free 


As if we have invaded your land,you resent us being here.

As if it weren’t originally planned,

you resist our being here.

As if the tears and the sacrifices weren’t already difficult enough, 

you reject us being here. 

As if all of us had a choice, some of us brought here for a “better life;” others forced out of our countries only to continue to live in a fight. 

You hate us being here.

You hate seeing us “invade.”

You hate seeing us progress.

Though it was you that invaded

the land,

though it was you that brought us

in chained hands; making it seem like the life of a slave was the best we could have.

And now that our fight has let us out of your homes, you begrudge us for being in the land that belongs to us all.

You stand with guns and wait,

to pin us against the wall.

Belittling us for having dreams, frowning on us for the desire to progress and be free.

Thinking that this will stop us from succeeding in the land that’s always been ours.

Hear my words and listen closely…

you once put us in camps, lives were lost yet we still made it back.

You once put us in chains, only to violate and mistreat us, lives were lost yet we now walk with freedom and got our rights back.

You once worked us in farms treating us like garbage, lives were lost yet a big march came along and resistance got us fair pay and our rights back. 

We know you are scared, for it shows through your eyes.

There’s so many of us and so little of you, and you’re afraid we will take back what our founding fathers once ruled.

You’re guarding the ladder so we stay at the bottom, but since it doesn’t seem to be working you define us as rapists and criminals like we’re the problem. 

You hope that with manipulation and fear the rest will turn against us and your land will be solemn. 

I think you forgot that these are our people, united we stand and united we will defeat you.

So go ahead and envy us because of our gender or the color of our skin, that no longer means anything. 

Make fun of my accent because “I no good mi english”, call me a criminal because I MUST be a drug dealer; yet Mi gente is rising, populating, and graduating from College. 

Go ahead and warn to send us back, you will never succeed.

Go ahead and build your wall, and you’ll soon regret you did. 

We are the ones who build “The Land of the Free.”

-Kbeautifulmind