Tag: men

To Be ___________ in America

I bet you like that flag,
Blue-blooded lover of a guns,
Oh how beautifully, it waves for you.
Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree?
Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start.
So focused on their privilege,
I forgot whats special about me.

WanderLust (or Love), a Curly-American Walks into a Spaniard Bar… (Segunda Parte)

“Another round?” Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. 
”Guapa. You are having fun?”
Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. “Yes! And I’m going dancing with you tonight!” His eyes widened as he smiled. “Bryan me invita!” I explained in my broken Spanish.

#tbt Miss Independent, Get Your Ass Back in the Kitchen!

I remember sitting, during the last days of high school, in the senior section, with a large group of chatting girls. The only thing every senior student could think about, at that point, was the future. The imminent possibilities that laid ahead of us. The opportunities that would surely be handed to us in the coming years.

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WanderLust (or Love), in Bar, in early Fall, in Midtown Atlanta

We were seated in a bustling bar in midtown Atlanta only a couple hours after my flight landed. Publik, it was called. Somehow we lucked up with the only two cushy armchairs cattacornered with a view of the entire quaint space. We'd met many times before, often ending up somewhere to talk, away from our

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