First Conversations

January 15, 2015

Today, I was finally able to have a conversation with my mother after having my tongue literally tied for the past 5 days due to my tonsillectomy. Ever since my uncle passed away last year, we have felt so much different about going back home. She told me she spoke to my aunt today only to be more disappointed about how troublesome our old neighborhood has become along with the people. 

I find myself having this battle everyday. When I was in High School and my early stages of living in America, I was so Prideful. I loved the idea of celebrating my culture amongst other cultures but now I've become disgusted. My people are not empowering to one another, instead they put each other down. And when I look back at the years when I was prideful, I remember my closest friends shaming me for being that way. Calling me a hick or telling me to go back to my country or saying "You're in America" you shouldn't act that way.

This is the same people that I'm disgusted by, because now they want to embrace being from my country. But the thing is, they don't know anything about being from there. They don't know about living in the island for more than 365 days outside a resort surrounded by poverty and racism. In fact, it is this racism that changed my perception on love. I remember being a little girl in that same island and being told I couldn't like the Haitian kid because he was black but that I could like the American man because he had Blonde hair and Blue eyes. Since then, I vowed to never lean to any side, sometimes I think that's why I never feel any attraction towards anyone other than people like me.

My point is, my pride is gone and so is my desire to go home. My grandma used to always discourage me from moving back home and the more I think about the conversations I had with her the more I realize she was hiding these changes from me. Now that I talk to my mother and we sit and talk about the things that are wrong with our people, I sit in disbelief because we will have no progress. There is more pride coming from our people than empowerment towards one another. You walk into a train and you best belief that the old Dominican lady that is already sitting there will be criticizing you head to toe with her nasty looks. There is way too much ignorance. 

 

The Mirror

November 27, 2014
Standing
Eyes wide open
Open field
Field of flowers
Flowers of love
Love of lust
Lust for him
Him being wrong
Wrong for me
Standing.
I see the past.
Past voices.
Voices that speak.
Speak loud and scream
Scream to forget
Forget those reflected
Reflected in the mirror.
Mirror of imagination
Imagination of the young
Young and innocent
Innocent and unaware
Unaware of the world.
World of evil
Standing
Tears pouring down
Down on lost trust
Trust to not break promises
Promises that are consumed
Consumed with lies
Lies that cree...

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Cure Search for Children's Cancer

November 2, 2014
  On October 12th of the past month, I was given the opportunity to take part in the Cure Search for Children's Cancer walk. I was asked to do something I never do, Dress up!. 
 So for this lovely afternoon event, I had the opportunity to hear the voices of young children who have survived cancer and of those who have lost their dearest friends to cancer. It is important to recognize one thing, everyone in this world is in need of help in many different ways. Even if you don't have the money ...

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Yours Truly


Ana Castillo Media Studies Major at Queens College Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast The world is my my book, I edit the pages.
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