Heros

Sat in the middle of the floor, organizing the broken pieces of a life that up till that point, had been real. And every moment seemed like it meant the most at its time. Every word had meant exactly exactly what you wanted it to mean, & I took it exactly how you wanted me to take it. I started with the tears, these salty, constant, heaving tears, that scarred my face, that burned my skin. These tears that I have had for oh so long.

Thank you to my mother, my hero. My mother, who has endured more pain for me than anyone.
She says to me, "Mi hija, levantate"; "My daughter, lift yourself up". Yes Mami.
She says, "Mi hija, sacudete la suciedad que te dejo"; "My daughter, shake off the dirt that he left you".
"Mi hija, te queiro tanto, y te prometo que nunca mas vas a sufir"; "My daughter, I love you so much, and I promise you will never suffer again".
Yes Mami. YES MAMI! I will never suffer again!

It is the strength she gave me that builds me up, that lifts me to a greater me. She is the one who put the first pen in my hand, who taught me to write, who told me "your words will be the key to your success". Every punch, write it down. Every ugly word, write it down. Every kick, slap, break up, depression, happiness, love & good, write it down.

I will Mami, I am. I realize the greatness I am. I realize that my words have always been true. Yes I mean everything I say. Yes, I will write you in words and read you because you are nothing else but that. I was made to triumph, to become a leader, to be followed and to read. I was made to make you all realize the better things. I was made to survive, even at the lowest, even when they think they have me pinned into a corner, and there is no light to follow, I survive. I survive because the blood that runs through my veins comes from a long line of strong women who have suffered, and been broken down, but have always gotten back up and fought the fight to survive. Because we can be knocked down, we can be kicked and thrown into darkness, but this blood guides us all, back into our rightful place, the spot my grandmother made me, the spot she built for us. Where she is, where my mother is, were my aunts, my heros, all are. The women in my life are my heros. The woman who have raised me, who have shared with me, they are all heros. And it is my goal to be a hero & stand next to them in that place where we are all heros.