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I Dream

I dream of a world
Where everyone has the right
To love who they love

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A Special Place

You’ve nestled into a special place
In my heart
That no one else can reach

That special place
Has been empty for quite some time
And I didn’t know if it would re-ignite

Yet here it has
Yawning, stretching
Opening wider each day
As if waking from a long slumbering dream
Filled with hands grasping at impossible ideals
Trying to force what isn’t there
And giving false name to a different identity

My special place
Grows stronger every day
With fondness and tenderness
Hope and faith
Trust and patience
In you
Of you
With you

Although the chasm of time and distance is wide
We meet in my special place
Sharing our dreams, stories, and worlds
Slowly and steadily merging them as one
As I hope and pray that someday may truly happen

You’ve nestled into a special place
In my heart
That no one else can reach

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Awakening

Spring blossoms awake
New feelings of desire
Fragrant in the air

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Sparks of Memories

I feel the sparks emanate between us

Like tendrils of desire and excitement

With every glance you give me

Every smile that beams from your heart to your eyes

Every touch you brush against me

Every greeting and parting hug

 

Yet it is best that nothing is done

Our friendship and love we share

Blessings given to the earth and humanity

Is of greater worth than submitting to our egos

Temptations running wild

 

I’ll always wonder

And so will you

 

But we can share our love in many other ways

Our intense energies utilized in other pursuits

Like creative inspiration I already incorporate in many ways

 

My heart

My crown

My spirit

Will enjoy our moments together

 

Yet my lips will always remember the echoes

Of what once was

And what could have been

 

You will feel them sweetly on your cheek

As little footprints on your heart

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(I wrote this July 2007 for a summer literature assignment for my AP Literature and Composition class my senior year of high school.)

Success is fed upon by encouragement, hope, and complete faith. Most accomplished people have someone supporting them every single step of the way, in times both happy and sad. A mother supports her daughter as she makes the pivotal transition from middle to high school. Coaches are sources of criticism and leadership that help shape their players. Behind every rebellion, there is one particular face or voice that stands out above the crowd and is particularly remembered for the contributions and sacrifices that he or she made to the movement. This is true in the case of the Dominican rebellion against Trujillo that took place in the mid-to-late twentieth century. All four Mirabal sisters are known as Las Mariposas, or “The Butterflies” who were dedicated to fighting to end the reign of terror and murder occurring in their midst, but it was Minerva who was the true heart and spirit of the resistance. Her entire life was filled with eye-opening incidents that helped shape her firm beliefs, impacting not only her future but also the intertwined destinies of everyone around her.

Minerva Mirabal is the perfect example of bravery and boldness. From a very young age, she was not afraid to outwardly express her distaste in depression and defiant attitude to advocate equality and freedom. People would take notice and smile at her passionate appeals. Once, she attempted to free a caged rabbit and grew angry and frustrated because she cowered in fear yet refused to leave her imprisonment. “[Minerva] was the one hurting her, insisting she be free” (Alvarez 11). This is symbolic for in the future, her assertive persuasions for others around her to join her cause of rebellion sometimes led to reluctance and doubt that it could truly be achieved. Minerva’s life, especially her early years, was filled with many dramatic occurrences that fueled her spirit in the revolution.

From the moment she began schooling, the daring Mirabal sister expressed distaste in control from a higher power. However, being so young and representing her family’s values, she used polite brazenness in order to maintain a good image. She befriended a girl her own age named Sinita and insisted that she could have a bed next to her, breaking the customary alphabetized seating arrangements. The two, along with two other girls, became inseparable, sharing intimate secrets with each other. One night, Sinita revealed the bloody secret of her past, describing how Trujillo had her male family members murdered. It was this revelation that caused Minerva to doubt the immaculate image of her country’s leader advertised in all the history textbooks and all across the land. If she had not reached out to make a lonely girl feel welcome, her involvement in the Dominican resistance and heroism might never have taken place.

Many years later, Minerva had a highly unsettling encounter with “El Jefe” himself that caused resentment and pain to not only herself but to her family as well. On the night of the Discovery Day Dance, the Mirabal family was invited to a party hosted by Trujillo himself. Upon their arrival, Minerva was whisked off to the head table where she uncomfortably sat and watched the Dominican tyrant flirt with and fondle various women. Later, on the dance floor, she was required to dance with the loathsome leader himself. He made vulgar advancements publicly, despite her attempt at resistance. In the heat of the moment, she found herself slapping him in the face. Eventually, that unwise action and the discovery of hidden letters from a correspondent defiant in the underground movement to overthrow Trujillo, Minerva and her family were forced to suffer at the hands of the merciless leader. Her father was imprisoned and drastically lost his health. Minerva was nearly forced to give herself to Trujillo for at least one night in the attempt to barter her father’s release but luckily was able to stall long enough for him to finally be freed. After a time, the father of the four strong sisters passed away. There was a time where Minerva even blamed herself. Her dangerous encounter with Trujillo caused her desire for rebellion to be even more deeply rooted in her heart and soul.

Unfortunately, it is all too often that people lose their lives fighting for the causes they believe in. Minerva and her sisters Patria and Maria Theresa were dragged from their cars on November 25, 1960 and beaten to death along with their driver. Even while she was imprisoned for her beliefs and principles, she continued to ignite hope with her fellow inmates. When she refused to give up her crucifix that she was wearing around her neck, it took several guards in order to wrestle her away in order to be contained. Her strength and desire for change was a source of hope and inspiration for the entire nation. It was the death of Minerva Mirabal, freedom fighter for every Dominican, that gave birth to the wonderful gift of freedom.

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Heavenly Embrace

To celebrate the return of my singing voice, I recorded a video of an original song that I wrote back in 2010 for a Music Theory project. I went above and beyond the requirements, created a melody, and wrote lyrics for it. In fact, I think I already shared the lyrics with you all in the past. I was inspired by the first few chords from Howard Shore’s “Evenstar” from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.

My voice isn’t perfect yet, and my full range isn’t back, but I do love what I’m hearing so far! In two weeks, I will be at full vocal health and capabilities!

Out of the darkness

Into light

You took my hand and

Held me tight

Then all my fears they

Fled through the night

And you kissed the

Tears from my eyes

I felt a passion

Burning in my breast

All the way through me

In magnificence

Wrapped in your splendor

As we gazed into the night

It was if the stars fell from the

Sky

With your lips pressed

Softly on my cheek

You whispered lightly

Of your hopes and dreams

I smiled brightly

Beaming with light

As we drifted through thought

Space and time

My heart sang in joy

Beating all with your heart in time

We forever one

Always together

Never to part

Though we may be far away

In this moment we’ll forever

Stay

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During the time of William Shakespeare, particularly in the early 1600s, witchcraft and magic sparked into a widespread phenomenon and source of fascination in England. King James I was extremely superstitious and integrated observation and written research of the phenomena eagerly into his life. Many suggest Shakespeare wrote his bloody Scottish play, Macbeth, knowing that it would gain the eager, entertained audience of the reigning monarch with its supernatural themes. Indeed, the dark and mystical issues form a pivotal role in the driving force and motivations concerning the entire play. Without magic behind the ensuing madness, it would be yet another cold-hearted bloodbath plot commonly found in the entertainment world.

The witches and their leader, Hecat are knowledgeable of the past, present, and future revolving around the fates of the mortals in Macbeth. One could even consider them to be the puppeteers responsible for the tragic events that occurred and Macbeth’s descent into insanity, later followed by his wife. The three weïrd sisters proclaim to Macbeth and his companion Banquo that Macbeth will be king and later the heirs of Banquo. This plants the seed of greed and murder within Macbeth’s heart and mind that soon will overtake his reason. Banquo comments on the witches’ power of persuasion, saying, “And oftentimes, to win us to our harm / The instruments of darkness tell us truths, / Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s / In deepest consequence” (Shakespeare 1.3.123-126). He believes in their prophecies yet makes note of the ease in which to be seduced by dark power. Hecat, the leader of the witches and goddess of witchcraft, also declares their control over the situation:

As by the strength of their illusion

Shall draw him on to his confusion.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear;

And you all know, security

Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.

(3.5.28-33)

With this declaration of meddling responsibility, the audience sees the inevitability of the murders to follow that are beyond Macbeth’s control. The witches prey upon his weak and impressionable mind as he continues to seek them out for more prophecies and answers, addicted to having his fate planned by another rather than thinking for himself and making his own future.  Every action he takes and person he kills stems from the witches’ words fed to him. This magical element behind the murders creates more intrigue and fascination for those observing from the outside.

The hallucinations and visions of the paranormal incorporate an element of sympathy for the infected minds of Macbeth and Lady Macbeth that would otherwise be lost. As he sneaks in the night to kill King Duncan, Macbeth has delusions of a bloody dagger as a precursor to his madness and paranoia. The ghost of Banquo appears at a banquet held in the recently crowned Macbeth’s honor, bringing his insanity to the public eye. In the end, Lady Macbeth’s mind succumbs to a dreamlike state in which she perpetually envisions blood on her hands, sleepwalks, and reveals their part in the murders without awareness. These add qualities that bring out their human frailty as a contrast to their portrayal as tyrannical and barbaric souls. The magic and paranormal aspects in this play bring a new perspective to the motivations behind the characters.

 

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