Home is the country I live in.
America is the land of the free,
home of the brave, and the place
where everyone is treated equal.
Our beautiful flag of red and white
stripes and stars against a blue
There were many great battles
that were fought here for
freedom and liberty.
Home is the state I love.
California is the land of gold.
Everywhere you look mountains
always come into view.
On the coast the ocean is always
bright and blue.
The California poppy is very lovely
Home is the city I was born in.
Santa Barbara, a small little
town right on the coast.
This is the place I love the most.
It’s always sunny and bright with
the warm glow of the light.
I love the strong wind
when it blows through the
I adore the sound of rolling waves
crashing on the seashore.
Home is where family and friends
I love my parents, my brother, and
We may be a small family but we’re
Dad is often working and paying the
Mom is cleaning and cooking up our
My sister is always out on an adventure.
My brother is trying to bloom into the
artist he is meant to be.
My friends bring so much joy to me.
They make me smile, they make me
laugh, and make my life worth living
They love me for who I am and I love
Home is America, California, Santa
Barbara, and where family and friends
This is home, and no matter where I
go it always will be.
For my people who are still fighting to achieve happiness
Constant heartbreaks, lost of trust, lost of their own selves
All for one reason, to find love in life
We are strong, brave souls willing to do the most even if we receive the least
We are risk takers, we like to live on the edgy side of life
For my people who are still standing strong
After all the countless amount of tears running down our cheeks
After all the sad music playing as we lie around doing nothing
After all the lonely nights believing love is far, far, far away
We still are living life on our own two feet
We manage to find light within us that empowers us to be happy
For my people who are healing
We are strong, we must find light in our darkest of days
We are delicate, one simple word could provoke a melt down
But, we are indestructible, we will continue to live life
With or without that person, we are learning how to recover
For my people who found love
We made it, all the heartbreaks were worth it
We have experienced the path in searching for love
It was difficult, but we stuck to it
This person has gave you light, a new way of living, one without restraints
A life where we can be free and enjoy ourselves
Let us be appreciative of what we have in life.
Let your mind run wild, be free, enjoy yourself.
This person is the one for you, they are the one who brings you light
Let us see love in a new way.
It’s going to be hard, but once you find the right person,
You will realize that it was all worth it.
I stared at the cruel reflection in front of me
With warm, gentle tears pouring from my eyes
Mascara running down my cheeks as the tears flow
I wear makeup, why aren't I beautiful?
No matter how many meals I skip
I’ll never like what I see on that evil scale
My smile is not always a real one
Life beats me up until I’m lying bloody, broken and bruised
Then turns around and wonders why do I cry?
We are all intoxicated with the feeling
The feeling of that sinful word
The word being stapled and glued to our minds
So I tell myself
I’ll finally fit in
Sacrifice every inch of my own being
I’ll leave my old self behind, untouched
The girl who was quirky, I was myself
But all that doesnt matter
It's not what society wants so I must change
They want us to bend and mold
Into their definition of acceptable
So I take one more hesitant glance in the mirror
My dark eyes looking back at me
I buy new clothes and dye my hair
I finally feel whole inside. Complete dare I say
Drink so much, I forgot the girl who I used to be
I always felt ‘different’ and like an outcast compared to my peers
I want her back that girl. I betrayed her. I miss her.
I let society win, it’s as simple as that
After closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to calm down
I look back at the mirror on the wall one last time
To my surprise, I don't see my new self
Staring back at me is the girl I used to be
Trapped inside the mirror with no way out
Bleeding from her wrists
My finger trembles as I reach towards the glass
It shatters into a million pieces
There's no going back, I'm trapped
Betrayed my own self
I guess all I can do now is warn the next victim
Don't give into this cursed game of society,
Just be yourself
I was playing with fire, trying to change
And I guess I got burnt
I broke your watch
That you have been saving
To tell the time
When you have needed
I’m truly sorry
But I broke it
So you would forget time
Some more of it
Did you notice?
The clouds that streaked the sky,
Orange light dancing through their wisps?
Their shades of pink,
The hillside deep,
With creases like sighs or tresses of hair,
With rolling curves like hips?
Did you notice?
The circling flock in that sweeping, amber sky?
Or the lonely tree with its craggly branches
On the hill standing nobly by?
Did you notice?
The speckles of green in his eyes,
As they flicked across the natural tableau?
The swatches of blue that washed their surface,
The layers of gray below?
Did you notice?
How the headlights blaze on
As far as the eye can see?
Did you notice?
How quickly the sky faded black,
Succumbing to darkness, to sleep.
Long days, short nights,
Seven PM squirt-gun fights.
Cops and Robbers and bare feet,
And our secret club for the kids on our street.
We chewed Hubba Bubba like it was filet mignon,
Because we knew how to savor things that were sweet.
How to run with chests heaving,
How to hide without squealing,
How to share secret glances,
And play during the week.
We swerved on our bikes,
And what we called hikes
Were skipping next door to our secret place of meeting.
We wanted so badly to be all grown up,
But when we woke up,
Our youth was already fleeting.
We’d stopped squeezing between fences
To call special nicknames,
Stopped dialing landlines
Or waving across the street.
It’d been such a while.
I’d almost forgotten
A breeze unseen wafts in through the window screen,
Reminiscent of lemons and dirt and rosemary spires.
Startled by the well of longing rising within me.
To be there,
On the other side of the screen,
Crouched in the flowers as I did as a girl,
Hair tangled in the brambles
Sunlight glinting off of my eyelids
Dirt rubbing into the soles of my feet.
Of the burden of doing
Of the burden of remembering
Knowing only how to
In the present.
College is the door out
the cycle of cleaners and gardeners
painters and minimum wage earners
replacing our family legacy
for something greater
we thought was impossible
yet never was.
A system segregated
since day one
not funded like others
from penniless parents,
who were looked at less
than the more they were,
pushed only to the basics,
shoved into those titles.
The bare minimum.
College not fully understood
from a mother who works
to bring necessities
where the light bulb
has yet to get fixed
and the bags with bottles
fill the corner
where the brother
has been let down
by the system.
Double last names
to register on a line
with only one “last name”
being the default
getting sent back
to get fixed for reapproval,
and a race categorized by one
never fully understood
by the rest.
First generation students
bombarded with info
pertaining to what and where
why and when
opportunities are found
hidden for someone to discover
a treasure chest with tickets
for a one way plane out
not looking back.