Blame Society

Blame society for being a herd,
for unconsciously imposing ways
of living that we barely understood.

Blame it, them or us,
for giving that gaze and
those words of disgust.

Blame my mother and father
for not raising their voice,
making me believe that I had no choice.

Blame me for accepting that «truth»,
for walking strange footsteps,
giving up my dreams and youth.

Let us all accept that we can be blamed
and reflect on those prejudgments
that catch a hoping fire and fade in the flames

Maybe then we might learn,
that hatred and words leave scars.
In a whisper we cry upon shooting stars.

So I stand for those generations to come,
hoping one day we respect one another,
looking upon how much we’ve accomplished and done.

I wrote this because I want to make a statement of how some basic elements such as clothes, can divide people. This week I wore a skirt, I treated it the same way I would treat any other piece of clothes. It belongs to my mother, she personally gave it to me. Her first reaction when I asked her to give me a skirt to wear was «No! you’re crazy, why would you wear it?». Once I told her that I can ride my bike through Hermosillo (city of a northern Mexican state) in the middle of the night and that I would feel normal, not having to worry about being raped, even though it is also possible, she understood where my actions were going to and she even gave me another one. I told her that I wanted to use it and will be using it constantly to try to bring personal awareness of how women have to struggle through harassment. I’ll be posting about how it felt, but in general I believe that this can be taken all the way to areas like sexual orientation and nationalism, because we grow up believing in a certain type of speech «YOU ARE A MAN, AND MEN DO THIS» «YOU ARE MEXICAN AND WE BELIEVE IN THIS». It’s time to doubt and question ourselves about what they made us believe as true and start searching for equality and respect for others.


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I believe that clothes shouldn’t have gender…

hear the sounds [poem]

Hear the crush of these autumn leaves,

look at my thousand locks,

which only you posses it’s thousand keys.

Hear the hush of the wind threw the trees,

hate me and just leave me,

even when I beg you to stay while I’m in my knees.

Hear the beat of this pathetic heart in my chest.

I know you love me,

but don’t feel any guilt for quiting on our eternity quest.

Just hear the crush of these autumn leaves,

I look at your thousand locks,

I know I’ve lost the keys, so just hate me… please.

hear the sound of the wind…

[Poema] Silencio de Francisco Luis Bernárdez


Francisco Luis Bernárdez 
Argentina:  1900-1978


No digas nada, no preguntes nada.
Cuando quieras hablar, quédate mudo:
que un silencio sin fin sea tu escudo
y al mismo tiempo tu perfecta espada.

No llames si la puerta está cerrada,
no llores si el dolor es más agudo,
no cantes si el camino es menos rudo,
no interrogues sino con la mirada.

Y en la calma profunda y transparente
que poco a poco y silenciosamente
inundará tu pecho de este modo,

sentirás el latido enamorado
con que tu corazón recuperado
te irá diciendo todo, todo, todo.

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[Poema] Si has de Amarme… de Elizabeth Barrett Browning


 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

Si has de amarme que sea solo
por amor de mi amor. No digas nunca
que es por mi aspecto, mi sonrisa, la melodía
de mi voz o por mi dulce carácter

que concuerda contigo o que aquel día
hizo que nos sintiéramos felices…
Porque, amor mío, todas estas cosas
pueden cambiar, y hasta el amor se muere.

No me quieras tampoco por las lágrimas
que piadosamente limpias de mi rostro…
¡Porque puedo olvidarme de llorar

gracias a ti, y así perder tu amor!
Por amor de mi amor quiero que me ames,
para que habite en los cielos, eternamente.

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Day 09: Camouflage

Imagen: Miguel Bustos

Maybe if…

Maybe if I frown I´ll hide my deep desire,

Maybe if I smile you´ll stop thinking about my hatred,

Maybe if I turn my back I´ll seem uninterested,

Maybe if I make a funny face you´ll notice I care,

Maybe if I give you flowers…

Maybe if I answer Maybe…

Maybe if…


Today prompt

For today’s poem, take inspiration from camouflage — you may apply it in any way you like, whether you write about visual or social dissimulation, or focus on the way we hide our myriad emotions, actions, and reactions. What would be your ultimate smokescreen, concealment, or mask?

I don´t really write a lot in English, but fortunately I´m having a great time doing these writing prompts.  Dear, reader if you notice any grammar errors, please let me know. Thanks :)


Day 05: Freedom


What is freedom?

 Freedom is being able to walk away without fear,

To release me of predetermined thoughts,

No to cause destruction, just a path without tears.

Freedom is being able to climb a mountain,

To be on the top of the world and see,

Watch brothers and sisters make a wish on a fountain with me.

Freedom is being able to think that I´m free,

To do what feels wright, what is wright,

Free to create a bond with nature to be.

Free to enjoy all feelings without regret,

Happiness, anger, bad and good,

To be humble for humanity I´ll never forget.

I will be free when my actions don´t need to injure or cause destruction,

where no religion rules, where there is no light nor darkness,

The place where there is no force or element that creates life of retention.

Today prompt

Freedom is a fundamental need. It is so powerful that nations go to war for it. People engage in both despicable and heroic deeds to gain it. In the name of freedom we suffer, make sacrifices, and attempt to perform miracles. For freedom we are willing to lose everything and risk our lives, since no life really is one without freedom.

What freedom means is open to interpretation, which is why it’s been a recurring subject in art. In today’s poem, share your take on freedom. While you’re at it, be fearless with your thoughts. Don’t hold back. Unleash your emotions and be honest with yourself. Uncensored writing coming from the heart often produces the most amazing read.

I consider myself a free person, but that´s not true, I still struggle with a few things that involve initiative on boosting or starting projects, or do stuff I give up on for the typical «what will they think» «what if…». But I don´t torture myself, I try everyday to be better than yesterday, and that involves, to be even more free than I was before.

I don´t really write a lot in English, but fortunately I´m having a great time doing these writing prompts.  Dear, reader if you notice any grammar errors, please let me know. Thanks 🙂

Day 04: Seconds


Immortalized seconds

It hit like a tick,
Rolled over like a tock,
That car accident,
Immortalized the seconds of the clock.

The light was a tick,
Reality a tock,
To recognize a second chance… tick, tock.


Today Prompt

A new life sees the world for the first time. Simultaneously, another life takes its final breath.

A passenger that was supposed to board a plane was one second late. Hours later, the plane went missing, the passenger saved.

Unimportant as it may seem, a split second can change our lives in ways we can never imagine. So today, write about the basic unit of time, seconds. Reflect on those few seconds when a loved one was in a life-and-death situation. Relive the few seconds when you held your eldest child for the first time. Recount those seconds when you were waiting for big news that was about to change your life.

I had a hard time trying to choose what I was going to write about, and well, I wrote the poem above, but well, I really haven´t had a car accident and so I tried to imagine what my mom felt when she had a car accident a few years ago, can´t say it was very fun, but it surely involved a lot of thinking. Time really is a phantasmal entity.

Day 03: Sleep


Please let me fall asleep when I close my eyes
I’ll be grate when the somas muse arrives
Leading me through mist of reality fares
Looking for winged demons with feathers
Offering there mystic presence to stay
Within the covers of my pillow.

Photo by: Cheryl Brind

The email for today read:

Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.

A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams.

A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual.

For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.

It’s time to think deeply about sleep. Dive into the pool of night and let whatever it is you find there take poetic form. (I hope this prompt doesn’t make an insomniac out of you!)