All Posts By Icess Fernandez

How the Dead want to be Remembered

When you remember me, picture me smiling. A grin of a thousand laughs Like sunshine on a Saturday. Remember how my laughter bounced off the...

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I Promise

How do I tell you that you are beautiful? How do I tell you that it’s not your fault? That when I left your house I was plenty strong...

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My Mothers

Look me in the face and call me bruja. Let the label linger on your tongue before you swallow the reality, Before you digest the inherited...

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