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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UPR chapter.

I have been writing since a young age. Words and paper have been my friends in times of dire need. Poetry wasn’t my first genre, and when I began writing it, I wasn’t too sure it was for me. But it was through poems that I found a second voice that connected and filtered all the messages of my soul.

I share with you now two poems for midnight dreams. Disclaimerー both are initially in Spanish, so the translation can change some of its essence, but I did my best to preserve it. 

Who am I?

I’m an artist,

I am poet,

I am sister,

I am daughter,

I am a granddaughter, niece, cousin;

I have thousands of titles.

I am a writer

Producer,

Designer,

Screenwriter,

I am countless of things.

And yet, I am few things.

I am nothing and everything at the same time

I’m clumsy, smiling,

a little lazy,

And often grumpy,

I have dreams,

I have goals.

Some already done

Others indisposed.

I am a memory

A demon for some, an angel for others.

I have little,

And I have a lot.

I have love,

and I have pain.

I am a lover

I am loved,

I have misfortunes

And one or another…I have many of those,

I am a feminist

I am a communist

Capitalist,

And even for independence.

I have dreams,

I have goals.

Some already done

Others indisposed.

I reinvent myself

I discover myself

I destroy myself

And I try again.

I have no hatred nor loves that last.

I have the present

which does not lie.

I am… and I am not

I believe myself many things

But who would I be if I didn’t believe them?

I am what they say

I am what they dream of

I am a goal

I am…

I’m an artist,

I am poet,

I am sister,

I am daughter,

I am a granddaughter, niece, cousin;

I have thousands of titles.

My sentence

The invisible man stalks me.

Fills me with anger

with the suddenness of his force.

His fist is at my door,

and lashes out,

Leaving me to the naked eye of all.

And in my state

half-naked,

with pain in my guts,

I reveal myself

Three times I call his attention,

but the alienated partygoers

because of their fervor, they pay no attention.

Still, I lash out

And I wake up

Still in my delicate state.

And suddenly the force comes to life

And my sister and my aunt show up

I appease

In front of my house they pass

men without a conscience

with loud voices, stale sound

And my father goes ahead of me to face them.

I support him,

But my presence upsets the manly agreement

among strange men,

known man.

Anger is unleashed.

I’m scared of what he will do

young vs old brute force

At that moment,

enter beautiful girls

some skinnier,

others fatter.

All with angel faces,

and wisdom

They,

His presence is a ceasefire.

And I sit with them

From their mouths full of wisdom

words that amaze me

glimpse me

and fill with hope

I tell them my regrets

I thank them for their existence

one smiles

And the white veil of my conscience is lifted

Writer, editor, artist, and social media enthusiast, Naomi thrives on fun daily challenges and lots of bed rest. When she's not working, she's outside trying to find the latest hobby to dig her hands on.