She never complained about her problems, feeling she would be a nuisance, wasting her friends’ and family’s time. So she distanced herself from everyone, particularly those who cared.
I never wanted to be that girl who had to spend Father’s Day without a father.
Just tell me, please.
I’ll never stop thinking of you or your future.
Alfonso Manzo gives us a countdown.
A poem by Rogelio Villanueva.
I can’t wait to see you.
Now, it’s my turn to give back and say thank you to the people who helped me when I fell.
A letter to the ones who’ve always been there.
It is now four years that I have lived without you and I’m still lost without you.
The pressure of loneliness can be a bomb.
I come from Los Scandalous, California where gangbanging is not an option.
Seventeen years on a bumpy road.
The young artists he met don’t.
I will continue.
Riding busses in hope of a better place.