With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Sunday, November 23

spiritual warrior

me desperté con alma de guerrera,

me vestí de negro, bese mi sombra,

y enfrente demonios disfrazados en sonrisas falsas...

"...now people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home...this is the start of how it all ends. They used to shout my name, now they just whisper it..."

I have lost my patience with false smiles and fair-weathered friends...the spiritual warrior within me is waking up and I am falling madly in love with my strength and courage...