El Silencio Mata

Para las mujeres de Juarez.

Lovely little

Thing it is

Tiny

Far away

Name

You ask

Name

You say

Just a lovely

Little tuft

To pass the time

Just the same

Name you ask

Name I say

Still her wander

Lovely shame

Silent still

Lovely

Needs no name

~~ Estela

Two Loves & Hard Choices

Life can be tough.

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choices

Epic poems have been written about this love or that love.  Sagas about the one that got away. Never has there been a more pressing choice between bliss and true love.  My good people, I give you a man and his dog– a masterpiece that captures two species contemplating a choice that may or may not have dire consequences on the ride back home. Lets hope they choose wisely and steer clear of dairy.

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New York: A Page From The Diary Of A Stubborn Girl by Estela

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rocksSome people think it’s ugly here.  I used to agree.  I would go on and on about how I would never live here by choice and how I would move away as soon as I got the chance.  I did.  I had already moved out of my mom’s house when I decided to go from a small town in the dry lands of a state that was supposed to be the Evergreen state to Long Island, New York.  I enrolled myself in William Floyd High School and found a part time job at Fashion Explosion, a clothing store.  I had a small son, almost 2 years old, to support.

Flying into La Guardia was like something from a movie.  I was certain the plane was going to land right in the water. I couldn’t swim but I figured I would just float around on my back with Donavon, my little son, floating on…

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The So Called by Estela

 

So called daughter

Size, like of might

Hands capture the rain

Arms stretched for flight

So called distant observer

You there in the night

None will have names

This is your fight

So called little daughter

Muster that might

Gather your brothers

In this darkest of night

Should the hate that surrounds you

Give pause

Save your light

This world needs the so called

More than tonight

Here we are so called

A list that grows longer each night

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Who’ll Tell The Story

Happy New Year ❤

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Dear friends and family,

As you and those you love step into a new year, find your wings, fasten them tight and fly ❤

Estela

In the years before children

Lose wings

They do fly

To them the impossible

Impossibly bright

Vision gives way

Not a change

Not a light

Pray gentle creatures

Run far, farther

Fly

In the time before crows

Grew legs, only to climb

Departing sweet senses

Dull and unkind

What choice, now a mother

A sister of sight

Heart sinking sorrow

Inevitable flight

Who tells the story

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