I Need Some Positivity

Today has been a particularly rough day today. I don’t really care to discuss it, but I’d love if you guys could share either a positive story or video you like or links to some cute animal pics I’d very much appreciate.

If you don’t mind let me know and I’ll put a post together of all the messages, videos, stories, and pictures as a pick me up post for anyone who needs it.

That’s all I got for today. I’m pretty exhausted.

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Peluda: A Review

Peluda by Melissa Lozada-Oliva

My Rating: 5 Stars!

Publisher: Button Poetry

Publish Date: September 26th, 2017

Received: Netgalley provided an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

Purchase: Amazon

Synopsis:

One of the most original performance poets of her generation, Melissa Lozada-Oliva has captivated crowds across the country and online with her vivid narratives. Humorous and biting, personal and communal, self-deprecating and unapologetically self-loving, peluda (meaning “hairy” or “hairy beast”) is the poet at her best. The book explores the relationship between femininity and body hair as well as the intersections of family, class, the immigrant experience, Latina identity, and much more, all through Lozada-Oliva’s unique lens and striking voice. peluda is a powerful testimony on body image and the triumph over taboo.

Musings:

This poetry book is SO GOOD! The whole thing was this unapologetic look at what it means to be a first generation American and living in a world where cultures combine and touch your life to where your parts become nothing else, but human. However, Peluda is so much more then that. It is about being comfortable in your own skin and not being ashamed of who you are, even letting out your inner werewolf and being unafraid of being feral every once in a while.

There was one single poem that made this poetry book so much more to me and that poem was “You Know how to say Arroz Con Pollo but Not What You Are”. I finished this poem and I cried. I cried because even though her situation is the complete opposite of my own it felt like she got it.. got me. It was everything I had ever wanted to say, but in different words.

As it was World Poetry Day today I will share this poem with you all in full.

You Know how to say Arroz Con Pollo but Not What You Are

If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you

My Spanish is an itchy phantom limb: reaching for a word and only finding air

My Spanish is my third birthday party: half of it is memory, and the other half is a photograph on the fridge is what my family has told me

If you ask me if I am fluent I I will tell you that

My Spanish is a puzzle left in the rain

Too soggy to make its parts fit so that it can look just like the picture on the box.

I will tell you that

My Spanish is possessive adjectives.

It is proper nouns dressed in pearls and bracelets.

It is are you up yet. It is there is a lot to do today

My Spanish is on my resume as a skill.

My Spanish is on his favorite shirt in red mouth marks

If you ask me I will tell you

My Spanish is hungrier than it was before.

My Spanish reaches for words at the top of a shelf without a stepping stool

is hit in the head with all of the old words that have been hiding up there

My Spanish wonders how bad is it to eat something that’s expired

My Spanish wonders if it has an expiration date

If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you that

My Spanish is the smell of Windex, the tearing of paper towels, the flushing of toilets, the splash of a mop

My Spanish bites on a pencil in the corner of a classroom and does not raise its hand

My Spanish cancelled plans with you so that it could watch movies

My Spanish is my older sister’s sore smile at her only beauty pageant

My Spanish is a made up story about a parent who never came home

My Spanish is a made up story about a parent who never came home and traveled to beautiful places and sent me post cards from all of them

My Spanish is me, tracing my fingers along every letter they were able to fit in

My Spanish is the real story of my parent’s divorce

Chaotic, broken and something I have to choose to remember correctly

My Spanish is wondering when my parents will be American

asking me if I’m white yet

If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will try to tell you the story

of how my parents met in an ESL class

How it was when they trained their mouths to say

I love you in a different language, I hate you with their mouths shut

I will tell you how my father’s accent makes him sound like Zoro

how my mother tried to tie her tongue to a post with an English language leash

I will tell you that the tongue always ran stubbornly back to the language it had always been in love with

Even when she tried to tame it

it always turned loose

If you ask me if I am in fluent

I will tell you

My Spanish is understanding that there are stories that will always be out of my reach

there are people who will never fit together the way that I want them to

there are some letters that will always stay silent

there are some words that will always escape me.

This poem is gorgeous, emotional, and full of so much raw truth. I know it is not one that would make most people cry, but for me after I first read it I was an emotional mess. I am someone who was born only being seen as a typical white girl to outsiders. However, I was adopted and raised into a Spanish family. I grew up in a way not connecting to any specific culture and so I don’t really feel like anything but a human being (I don’t really believe I can claim any specific culture or that I should claim one). However, I grew up hearing Spanish around the house and listening to mariachi music at fairs and eating tamales, pupusas, and huevos con chorizo. More then anything else I learned how to speak Spanish in the way of food, but I never became fluent and can understand far more then I could ever say. But for me it was the end of this poem that really got to me. There will always be words I don’t understand and so many stories that I will never hear and it felt like a great loss to me and the tears came. This poem was beautiful and in so many ways it broke my heart.

All of the poems in Peluda are filled with power. This is one of my favorite poetry books I have ever read and I hope that so many others find the beauty in it that I did.

Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments!

-Till next time!

An Inspirational Quote for your Week

I am a person that always says I will do something the next day and it never happens. This quote inspires me because sometimes the answer is simply to let go of all excuses and just do it. To finally do all the things you want to do and stop doubting yourself. One of these tomorrows will be the last tomorrow, so why not so what you want to do today?

I hope you have an inspiring week!

-Till next time!

What Makes Us Happy 


In a post I titled A Question I asked you all: What in this world makes you happiest? Now, I have gathered up all your answers and put them together, in this post filled with love that puts a smile on my face. 

This is what makes us happy: 


Anj from @seaweedbooks replied saying

There are a million things that make me feel happy! Of course, the first one being books. I also feel extremely happy when I accomplish things that have been on my to-do list for a very long time. Listening to music calms me to a great extent and I just cannot help smiling when I listen to my old favourites. They bring back so many memories! Cartooning also relieves my stress and makes me feel really relaxed.

Steff from @LittleBookyNook replied simply saying what makes her happy is

Books and animals! 

Martin from @SomeIdiotTalking replied saying: 

Too many to choose between! Being on holiday is a top one, stealing a bit of time in the middle of busy day is always good, loud music in the kitchen, a good book.

Charlotte from @TheUnicornWishes answered: 

Things that make me happy:

– Baking

– Music

– Reading

– My relationships (family, friends ect.)

– Good grades


Liis from @CovertoCover answered with this: 

When the people I love are happy, I feel happiest.. so, if there is joy shining through my parents and my husbands voice, I instantly feel elevated!

Not having to worry about one thing or another for a day is also something that makes me happy 


Ashley @InsideMyMinds replied saying: 

My family, volunteering at the local library, books, and music!

Shoto said: 

(Sorry for some reason I couldn’t get a link to your blog) 


Sophie @BlameItOnChocholate  answered with this:

Going for walks in quiet places that feel distant from civilization and all its chaos. It just brings me so much peace of mind!


Ava @BrilliantlyBookish answered: 

Reading, my friends, my close family, being in the library, finishing a piece of art, having long deep chats about important stuff, laughing until my stomach hurts but still not being able to stop, learning new things and a lot more! Thinking of what makes me happy has brightened my day!

Then well, then there is me…. What makes me happy? 

Looking at the stars and wondering how we see there lights long after they have already gone. 

Seeing my family smile when my mom has an argument with the dog. 

Seeing Gypsy (the family dog) bring home a pine cone in her mouth after going for a walk. 

Writing a new story after weeks without writing at all. 

Reading words and learning from them and experiencing life through thousands of different eyes. 

Feeling the warmth of my mom’s hand as she strokes my hair after a long day. 

Being here on this earth experiencing nature and being alive. 

Going on the internet and laughing at gamers, animals, and comedy skits. 

Listening to music and feeling the beat under my skin. 

Touching an animal, seeing one, or holding one in my hands. 

Sleeping and living in crazy worlds within my dreams. 

Smelling lovely sents, hearing birds chirp, singing out loud,  and the taste of wonderful food. 

All these things make me happy and so much more. One of the greatest things being this blog and all of you. Without you I know times right now would feel dismal. You all are such an inspiration to me. 

-Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you are thinking about what makes you happy. I think it’s necessary and healthy for us all to think about and appreciate all the little things about life and the world that makes us happy. Sometimes it is easy to forget and loose sight of. It’s something I work hard to keep close to my heart and in my memory. I hope you all are having a wonderful day and a great week. 

-Till next time!