On my way to work this morning, I rode in a taxi. The radio was playing a Spanish […]
Author: Dalila
You see it’s hard to lay here Tired eyes Restless nights What is refuge I’ve never known freedom […]
Lost is when the words won’t come out When the thoughts aren’t there When the mind goes blank […]
Throughout my life, I have become subject to fill out paperwork that had often left me puzzled when […]
The written article below is powerfully well written. It discusses how this white father cares dearly for his […]
Signing in Puerto Rican: A Hearing Son and His Deaf Family. Torres, Andrés. Washington, D.C.: Gallaudet UP, 2009. […]
I don’t think I really loved him , but I cried when I realized he didn’t love me […]
To advocate for natural rights For a race that of only one exists But most only assume by […]
Dark, crisp memories of the night to escape, I never might This world is wicked indeed My positivity only […]
The intensity rises and overfills I cannot imagine my life distilled Often, memories repeat the nightmare being milled […]
Life as Dalila 