From an interview with Angelica Abreu (Freshman)
“My dad texted me and he was like ‘if you wanna talk to me, just know that I’m here,’ so I was like ‘what?’ I thought he was talking about my brother or something and then he goes ‘yeah you can talk to me, I’m here.’ So then I called him and he goes ‘I saw the texts you sent Nick (my step brother)’ and I said ‘what texts?’ and he said ‘the one that you sent where you came out,’ so I told him ‘um, we’ll talk about that later’ and then hung up. Continue reading “Humans of MLEC: A Coming Out to Remember”
I am my hands. As I gaze upon these two vital parts of my body whose importance and valuable assistance in my daily life I often give for granted, I contemplate the overwhelming and numerous thoughts that seem to emerge as I keep looking at them.
I can almost tell my whole life’s story just by looking at them. Starting from my long and hairy-knuckled (which I’m honestly not very proud of) fingers; one of them in which lies the precious gold and black ring that my mother bestowed onto me about a year ago. Continue reading “I am my hands”
A few days (maybe weeks) back, I decided to submit my article on the women elected for both Congress and governor in the United States. Given the fact that Maelstrom was working on their 4th issue on Feminism, I thought it was a great way to show off my work to the public and overall just my thoughts on the feminist movement and my high hopes for women in the US and around the world.
Today, I am honored to say that my work was chosen to be published and that a wider audience is able to get a glimpse on my views and my writing and that is just amazing. Continue reading “My Work on Maelstrom Zine!”
The street is filthy. As I walk through it, I can’t help but scrunch my face in disgust when my nostrils fill up with that wretched smell coming from the trash scattered all over the sidewalk. “I simply can’t believe that I have to meet this man at such a gruesome place,” I think to myself as I stop next to some shop called ‘Things n Stuff’ to wait for the aforementioned. I take my phone out of my soft brown coat’s pocket to distract myself from all the commotion around me, but I can’t seem to concentrate on it with all the noise around me—dogs barking ceaselessly, women screaming at each other, cars honking loudly. I then decide to call him. “Hey it’s me. Where are you?” Continue reading “The Blacklist”
It’s been a few days since Thanksgiving occurred and I keep wondering why it was chosen by people to make this the one day a year in which they sit down to think about what they’re thankful for. I mean, you get 365 —or 366, it depends— days a year, and you really only pick one to sit down and thank whoever or whatever you want, when there are endless things that we can and should be grateful for every single day of our lives? Continue reading “All the wonderful things to be thankful for”
I’ve always wanted to be the star of the show. It might sound narcissistic but, honestly, being the main focus of everything always felt really good and right—like it was meant to be for me. Growing up I had everything to make it possible for me to stand out: the personality, the charisma, what my teachers called the ‘spark’, the talents, the easygoing nature, etc. So, it was never hard for me to fit in anywhere and always have massive crowds of people after or with me at all times. Continue reading “Music Turned Into Writing: I don’t want to be you anymore”
Can you see me? Are you even aware I’m here? Because it feels like you aren’t.
Do you even know my name, my passions, my story? So why judge me already?
I feel tiny under your strict gaze, which from time to time shifts to a softer one, but then it all just goes back to how it was before.
It’s sad feeling tiny and useless.
It’s sad feeling like this all the time. Continue reading “Tiny”
It gets louder and louder—the pain, I mean.
I wonder: how?
How can it be possible for a physical sensation to get louder with every second that passes?
I don’t know. But it just keeps getting louder.
Every scream and profanity just keeps getting louder.
The toxic masculinity that rolls off his tongue continuously stabs my poor heart and damages the loving memories that I had of him.
She can only respond with a soft, almost broken “lower your voice.”
The pain resonates throughout the entire house and as much as I’d like to cancel it out with my bedroom doors that usually keep all bad things away, it just gets louder and louder.
And then the noise stops—so does my heart. Continue reading “And It Only Gets Louder”
When I think about how my life used to be when I was a child, the first thing that comes to mind is that sacred place in which I spent most of my earliest days alive: the sea. The thrilling and yet peace-inducing waves that would carry my body from side to side seem to be one of the sea’s features that I reminisce whenever I’m near said place. Continue reading “The sea”
Just as a warning, I will say this: this is my own opinion and if you believe otherwise, then that’s your own opinion, which I respect, so respect mine the same way.
This year’s Midterm elections took place yesterday, November 6, 2018. From 7 pm all the way until 2 am of today, I spent my time anxiously, eyes glued to my phone’s screen to check if I got any Twitter alerts that announce the winners for Florida’s gubernatorial and senatorial races. Continue reading “And I Can’t Help But Think: What Will Become of Us?”