ONE LIGHT

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One light. That’s all it takes. One tiny, little light, to illuminate the deep darkness that depression engulfs entire souls in. A spark, so you can better understand me, is the glimpse of hope that another human being can give you.

Amidst the sadness and hopelessness that characteristically come with depression; a tiny spark suffices to light up your world. Like candlelight magic, it allows you to better see your surroundings. Suddenly, you can see that you are not alone. Better yet, that you shouldn’t feel ashamed of being in so much pain. More often than not, this light is very compassionate and loving.

If you are going through depression, you really, really are not alone. Don’t impose shame on yourself, and do your best to share with one person whom you deeply trust. Allow someone who loves you to be your little spark of light!

A KILLER’S DAUGHTER

Dad, what is it like to be a killer?
Let me tell you what it’s like to be your daughter.

I hate you.
And I mean it.
Depriving your own wife
of her own life.
Depriving your own children
of their mother’s love.
Depriving the world of a dazzling light.

I hate you.
And I mean it.
It took Him seven days to create the world,
and you, one, to destroy your children’s.
Your ungodly powers brought your offspring
to their knees, forced to burry their own heart.
A red rose and a handful of dirt as a goodbye.

I hate you.
And I mean it.
Your children wear sadness like stains in a table cloth.
Stains in the form of lost childhoods.
Stains in the form of unsent letters to heaven.
Disguised stains only detectible to those
keen eyes able to decipher them.

I don’t know what it’s like to be a killer,
but this is what being your daughter is like.
I love you, dad.
And I mean it.

WHEN PEPE DID MY HAIR

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Pepe, around the age he started doing my hair.

It was 1995 in Celaya, Mexico. I lived with my mom, three older brothers, twin sister y de vez en cuando with my dad.

With the sunrise, came routine. Mi Ama trabajaba bien y con orgullo; so, she was the first to leave the house. Next, were Carlos and Gera; they worked to help with the gastos. Which meant that my brother Pepe was left responsible for my sister and me.

We went to la escuela de la tarde. To get ready for school, Pepe used a trastecito with water, a comb, and a sliced lime cut in half. After many enigmatic twists, he managed to fasten the ponytail and tame my unruly baby hair with lime as the stylizing balm. It was no easy feat for either of us; and, more often than not, we ended mad at each other.

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A TRANSACTION OF LOVE

Matured Couple

As I stood at the mouth of the overly crowded BART,
a lovely matured couple entered the train.
After about a seven minute ride,
they prepared to depart.
When the train came to a complete stop,
the mouth of the train opened up wide.
His graceful hand never neglected her back,
as he protected her from any discomfort.
His strong, frail hand slowly made its way to hers
as they said Goodbye.
She slowly walked away,
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