Yo soy la lumbre que alumbra el camino,
Yo camino los pasos de los que vinieron antes de mí.
Yo cuento sus historias, sus de deseos, y mantengo sus sueños vivos.
Yo represento el sufrimiento, y el dolor.
Estoy hecha de la misma sangre que coreo en sus venas.
La lucha no solo es mía,
Es de mis antepasados.
De mis abuelos.
De mis padres.
Y para aquellos que vendrán después de mí.
I am the flame that illuminates the pathway.
I walk in the footsteps of those that came before me.
I tell their old stories, their desires, and maintain their dreams alive.
I represent the sacrifice, and the pain.
I’m made of the same blood that ran through their veins.
This fight isn’t only my fight.
It’s of my ancestors.
It’s of my grandparents.
It’s of my parents.
… and for those that’ll come after me.
Descubre tu propósito.
Que te inspira?
Que te hace llenarte de deseo y energía?
Encuéntralo, y deja que te lleve al éxito.✨
Discover your purpose.
What inspires you?
what fills you up with desire and energy?
Find it, and let it drive you to success.✨
Hello Dear WordPress Followers,
I’d to take this moment to thank you all for reading my work, for being fans of what I write and believe in since I created my blog.
I’d also like to address that I’m working on writing more this year, expanding my words to touch more lives, and to share that I have some new and fun exciting project ideas on the way!
I’ve decided to create a “Professional Instagram” page, were I’d like to expose my poetry, quotes, short stories, advise through my knowledge, and display my soon to come videos or audio recordings!
I hope you all will follow and join me in this exciting journey!
Instagram: Kbeautifulmind__ (those are two _ _ )
Thanks y’all! I’m excited!
1963 was the year.
The year that a man with a strong desire for change gave a speech that was driven from the injustice he saw around him.
I been thinking about this speech all day today, I watched it on video after a professor shared with the class last week that this is what he did every MLK day.
I studied his words, his face, that tired look upon him screaming through his words… “this has to stop.” Reminded me of how many of us must be feeling now in days with the unintelligent, bigot we have as president.
In your honor Mr. King Jr., I also have a dream. Only this time… it’s 2018… and it’s kind of embarrassing that some people still don’t get the importance of your message. It’s a shame that they don’t get how inhuman their racism and prejudice acts are.
But, I like you have faith and hope. Faith that the good will over power the evil someday, and that soon we will see better days; days filled with unity and equality for all.✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿🇺🇸
I have a bucket list. A list with things I’d like to do and accomplish before I die. I’ve had this list since I was young and it’s slowly build up to a longer list as I have gotten older. One of the things on my list was to make a difference in a strangers life whom I’ve barely know. Today I can finally check that off my list. After my moms death I’ve received nothing but positive words from all my friends, family, and loved ones. They have seen me struggle, they have seen me cry, they have seen me laugh, and even scream. Therefore they constantly tell me how admiring my strength is and their words continue to be a blessing in my life when times get rough. However, they know me therefore it’s a little bit normal coming from them.
Today I received a letter as I was leaving class this morning. This random girl came up to me and told me ” Hey! I know we don’t really know each other but, I know your mom’s anniversary just passed and I wanted to give you and your family a little something. There is a letter in the envelope and it explains it all.” I was definitely caught off guard, and I knew the class knew about my mother’s anniversary because the class is about “death and dying,” so my professor had asked me a while back ago to share my story with them. But when I open this letter, I was left speechless with what I was reading!
The girl stated in the letter that she had been in my class two years ago when my mother passed away. She overheard me telling the professor what had happened and why I had missed class. She said she went home that night crying, she hugged her mother and told her how much she loved her and appreciated her. Since then she stated that throughout my two years at CSUDH I have been her motivation and inspiration. She told me she appreciated me, and in her words “You have changed my life.” There is so much more to the letter, but the point is I’ve accomplished something so beautiful.
I’ve always had a passion for loving and helping others, I truly believe this is my purpose in this world.
I love the field I’m studying, and I can’t wait to get out there and continue to do what I did for this random stranger.
This letter left me with many emotions, it brought me to tears as I thought of my mom and all that has happened. But, it also brought a smile amongst my face as I realized what a difference I have made in the life of a total stranger without even realizing it.
I truly believe that this is what life is about! These are the moments that make the bad times in life easier to deal with. This is what we are here for, to leave our mark and be remembered for the wonderful things that we did… Not just accomplished ourselves but also what we did for others.
This is why I WRITE.
This is why I let go of my privacy and share my life stories and thoughts, with so many people and total strangers.
This is it, I believe that this is what I am here for. 🙌🏻😊
I really believe that when some one passes away God gives them a pass sometimes to come back to earth when they are needed.
The signs we see, the things we run into, the dreams.
They can’t just be concidense, can they?
I truly don’t think so.
Everyone always says, “They will always be with you.” and yeah you believe them to an extend but, it’s just not the same.
You try so hard to believe that but, you find yourself looking for that person in other people.
In your girl friends, in the mothers of others, and in everything you see and do.
That little piece of your heart that’s now missing… is no where to be found.
You look, you look, you try, and you try…
But, nothing or anyone fills up that missing piece.
The other night I realize, that no one will ever understand that.
Specially not those who decide to be pitty and some how make your life about theirs.
When someone that means so much to you passes away, not only does your life change or do you change…
But, nothing will EVER be the same.
And I have honestly discovered that this comes with good and bad.
One good thing is that you are given a whole new pair of eyes.
You learned to love and appreciate life, things, and most of all the people in your life.
You find yourself telling those you love how much you love them constantly and even announcing it to the entire world. Not as a way of trying to be “annoying” or shove it in someone’s face…
But, as a way of expressing yourself because you out of all people KNOW how short life truly is.
The other night I realized that I shouldn’t be sorry for this.
I also realized that, some people will never understand it.
The other night I realized, that those we lose are truly always going to be there for us.
I finally dreamed my mom after so long, and her words were as perfect as they’ve always been.
“Don’t feel bad, there is nothing to be sorry for. Remember, God sees it all.”