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Querida Mami,

I hope this letter finds you well. Queria tener una conversación in how I been feeling lately. I want to Thank you por todo lo que haces por mi and all the interest you put on my stuff. However there is something I should address to you.

Mami, es a bit embarrassing for me when you attend my poetry readings,especialmente when I say my intimate poems that have to do with my personal love life. While I know my poet is a form of way that I get to express myself  honestamente having you there in those momentos makes me feel exposed. It’s not that I feel avergonzada of what I write and my experiences, pero I prefer set a boundary between me and you that we do not cross when it comes to my personal life.

I cherish the relationship me and you have, and I want you to know that todo el support that you give me means a lot to me. However I hope you can understand my point of view. Me and you can always find something me and you can share as mother and daughter something that will make both of us feel comfortable.

Gracias for always being there para mi when I need you the most.

con amor,

YOLANDA

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Love is a diverse emotion that spans a broad spectrum of experiences, expressions, and feelings. It's frequently defined as a strong tie, a passionate attachment, or a profound affection between people. Love is the desire to be near to someone forever and to feel their presence. Those you love and can confide in, trust, and respect on a very personal level make you feel very close. It goes beyond simply like someone to be fascinated with them. Being deeply and passionately infatuated or captivated by someone is the definition of being enthralled. It conveys a feeling of deep adoration, intrigue, and affection. I've come to the clear conclusion that I am enamored and in love with you.

Love,

Yolanda

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Dear Mom,

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell you this but I’m going to tell you anyway. As much as I have appreciated the support, I’ve always felt a bit weird about you showing up to my poetry readings. I was often embarrassed and, at some point, even tried to keep my readings a secret. Despite my efforts, you would always show up—front row. How was it that you would find out?

Anyway, I’m unsure if you’ve noticed—maybe you haven’t—but the poems that I would read were usually dedicated to lovers. They took place in intimate settings and discussed sexual connections, something that you found difficulty believing in for us girls. I have held this in but feel that I should now finally say it, considering how you always speak of my love for poetry and the poetry readings that you used to attend. I never really wanted you to be there. But please don’t feel bad. I’m writing this letter because I simply want you to understand.

Sincerely,

Yo

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My dear Clive, where do you hide?

I tried looking for you on my spare time

If I had a dime I would buy more time

My love is so kind where does that D hide My legs are so high it almost feels like I died I’m not ready to say goodbye so come say hi And prepared for the tide

let me get on top cause I am ready to ride

So I will ask again where do you hide?

If you don’t mind I’ll be Waiting for his sweet release in my insides

This love no one can beat

This is a type of love that I want to keep

This is the type of love that I want teach on the beach

I wanted to have a seat and listen to the big beat

He wanted to sing while listening to the beat.

But the waves are to deep but he still took that leap

The leap was so big that we both fell asleep

The bed was so cheap that we both been unleashed

To believe There was no time to breathe only time to conceive but that when I leave

because I only wear my heart on my sleeve

When are you going to give me time to breathe?

Mi Amor

Where do you hide?

Do you not have the time?

I was wondering when are you coming by

I wanted to see you before the last tide

I wanted to know if you were ever mine

But I just wasted my time trying get to the last tide I just want to know will everything be fine

When will you see me shine?

You have been so kind

So let me swallow your wine

And come break my spine

My dear Clive Now do you have the time?

Why do you lie

It’s time your wife know about the tide

It’s time to be officially mine

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It was 7:45 in the night at the poetry reading

I felt my heart racing as I stepped onto the stage, clutching my notebook filled with heartfelt poems. The bright lights blinded me momentarily, and i could hear the hushed whispers of the audience. As i began to read my first poem, my voice wavered, and i stumbled over my words. The silence that followed felt deafening, and i could feel my face burning with embarrassment. My hands trembled as i quickly finished reading, wanting nothing more than to disappear from the stage. Tears welled up in my eyes as i made my way back to my seat, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The night of my embarrassing poetry reading would forever be etched in my memory as a moment of profound humiliation and self-doubt.

My mom was beside him

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Dear Diary,

While I would say today was the most embrassing day of my life, sadly, what has happened to me has become somewhat of a common occurrence. Today, I had a poetry reading. I spent weeks crafting and perfecting this poem. I was knee deep in dictionaries searching for the perfect words to give justice to how euphoric Clive makes me feel. My finished product was an ode to our most intimate moments together. An ode I would recite without shame to a room full of strangers. Sure, Clive was there. But I didn’t mind his presence. It almost comforted me. He might have eased my nerves completely, if the person sat besides him was anyone else on the planet besides Mami. I wish I could say I was shocked to see her. But she’s seemed to make a habit of coming to my readings when I’ve written about more suggestive topics. She has to be doing it on purpose. She sat there next to Clive with a giant smile on her face all night. That same smile was plastered on her face every time I made eye contact with her during the reading. I dont know if it would be worse if I had confirmation she knew the subject about or if she was truly clueless about the topic of my poems.

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 Excerpt From “I Was There Too” by: Carla Garcia

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Family is one of the most impactful factors to how we are shaped, how we perceive ourselves, and navigate situations. Family are the ones who uplift us the most. They could be the ones to beat us down the most. When it comes to shaping our identities our family tends to hold us back in finding ourselves. For instance my own mother is most definitely a family member who has held back my identity as I developed. She had assigned my sisters and I colors. My sister Sandra in blue, Yolanda in pink, Sofia in white, and myself in yellow. We were constricted within these colors. The bars held better than a jail cell. To make matters more unfortunate she had us in clothing just like hers. No individuality to be seen. Just the five girls, a mother and her four daughters. How could anyone in such a situation find who they are? Or what they value? Mothers love to dress their girls up. Play dolls with them and have a “mini me.” Stripped from any chance of becoming who we needed to be and pushed into a dark abscess to be lost, naive, and susceptible to the hurt that comes from not knowing ourselves and the people who can see that. Never once was there a chance to be more than “the five girls” or “the four girls” just trapped to look alike in everything but color. How were we supposed to try new trends; experiment the way all kids should be able to? The way all the other kids around us did. This Color system of her’s was just another system that kept us down. That kept us away from growth and was only meant to ease her living and not ours.

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Can i have trust?

In all its aww

I yearn to trust

I lust in all my desire to trust, it

Saddens me

That i fine no definition in trust, in just in desire

In friendship, in family, in a

Relationship Sad,

describe the definition of trust Its sad.

That wont astray

A feeling thats lost, and wont stay

The word is definition a gentle decay quiet ache that wont go away

A longing for light to brust , in a world gone gray

A tender sorrow that wont fade away.

Define definiton

Is an complex emotion characterize to have trust

But can have regret, longing, or nostalgia

But what would you like to talk about.

Can i have trust?

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In this letter I want to express my feelings towards you, especially about when you attend my poetry readings. I understand how much it means for you to be there and support my writing, but I can't help but feel a feeling of unease and discomfort when you are there. The poems I write come from a personal experience, they express my thoughts and feelings as a woman in womanhood.

When you are there I feel very self conscious. I worry about whether you'll interrupt me, or if you will ever understand the deep meaning behind the words. I understand that you want to be involved, but sometimes I need the space to explore different things without you being there. It’s not that I don't want you there, I would just like to find my own voice without worrying that you’ll judge me.

Mom. I love you dearly, and I know you want the best for me. I am very grateful for your support and always being there for me. I just hope that you can respect my wishes of me having my own creative freedom. I also hope that we can continue to have conversations like this in the future. But lastly, I need you to understand and accept the artist that I am now becoming.

Love, Yolanda

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My Dearest Clive,

In this new world so far from home your love is the anchor that keeps me from roaming amidst the chaos of cultures colliding, your embrace is the safe haven lm hiding. You have seen me struggle to find my place torn between the old and the new i must face. But with you by my side i feel no shame for in your eyes i see only love not blame. Together we’ve weathered the storms of change navigating this life,so foreign and strange your patience, your understanding and your unwavering care theses are the gifts that make my heart soar without a care in the world. Clive my love my constant my guiding light in your arms i find the strength to take flight. Through this journey of self-discovery and growth your love is the compass that keeps me on course, i vow. So let us continue hand in hand side by side embracing the future our cultures unified.for with you my love i have found my true home, A place where my heart can forever roam

Your always, Yolanda

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I hope your day is going well and I'm glad you took the time to read this letter. I feel like you're going to need this information if you're willing to move forward and continue a healthy relationship. I am a very complex person and I come from a few trials and tribulations. First me and my family had to flee our home in the Dominican Republic after my fathers to attempt to overthrow the brutal dictator Rafael Trujillo was discovered. I believe you already knew about this information but I just felt like refreshing your memory.This even has changed my whole view of the world. You made me feel comfortable and safe enough to open up to you. When I moved to New York i found myself comparing my lifestyle to my family members. I was becoming insecure. Usually you would think someone is insecure due to them comparing themselves to others but I don't think that was the case with myself. I hope this letter gave you some type of recognition. Have a nice day.

Sincerely, Yolanda

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To my love Clive.

As I sit here and write this letter I hope that you know I send my heart out to you with it but know that as the days go by I long more and more for your touch, the way your eyes shine like stars on a cool summer night, the way your laughter fills me with warmth.

Clive I love you

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Trust that I come from a very loving family but they’re not easily impressed. Like me you may have different views and opinions but please acknowledge and respect their cultural heritage, as you know we come from a Dominican background. They’re very opinionated and operate with certain behaviors, due to the impact of their cultural values, traditions, and experiences. Be patient and understanding as they navigate through cultural adaptation and identity struggles, they’re very set in their ways but they’re not completely dismissive. Be mindful of their individual preferences and sensitivities. There’s so many personalities from my Tia Carmen, to Sandra. Invest time and effort in building genuine relationships with them. Show interest in their lives, individual experiences, and personal aspirations.

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In the depths of my being, where words twirl like fireflies, I discover you, my love, my guiding light in the darkness. Your eyes, like constellations leading me back home, Your touch, a melody that resonates within my very bones.

With every beat of my heart, I softly utter your name, A symphony of yearning that ignites my soul's flame. In your embrace, I find solace and tranquility, A sanctuary where all worries cease to be.

Clive, my love, in you I witness the birth of a new day, A promise of eternity with each morning's ray. Together, we create a tapestry of dreams, Where love reigns supreme in never-ending streams.

So here I stand, vulnerable and exposed before you, My heart an open book, genuine and true. In every word and every sigh, Understand that it's you who makes me soar high.

For in your loving arms, I discover my true abode, A love so profound, words can never fully decode. Clive, my dearest, the joy of my heart, Forever with you feels like the perfect start.

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Dear Mom,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind for quite some time now. Whenever you come to my poetry readings, it means more to me than words can express.

Your presence in the audience fills me with a sense of warmth and support that I cherish deeply. There's something incredibly comforting about knowing that you are there, listening attentively to my words, even when they may touch upon sensitive or personal topics. Your unwavering support gives me the courage to share my thoughts and feelings with the world, knowing that I have your love and encouragement behind me. Your presence at my readings also reminds me of the bond we share as mother and daughter. It's a bond that has been my anchor through the highs and lows of life, and seeing you in the crowd reaffirms the strength of that bond.

I want you to know how much your presence means to me and how grateful I am to have you as my mom. Your love and support have shaped me into the person I am today, and I am forever thankful for that.

With all my love,

Yolanda

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Just to give some advice to you, the Garcia family is big, and loud, and you cannot be anything but “expressive” around them. They all love each other very much so whatever attitude or weird looks you get are out of protection and safety for Yolanda. Carlos seems scary and hard to talk to, but he just wants his daughter to have a well respectable boyfriend who can protect and keep his daughter safe. The Garcia family only has the best in mind and will make sure Yolanda is with the right man.

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Clive, dear, you are a rose,

Thorns, yet gentle and so fair

Your petals soft as silk to the nose,

Your scent so sweet, beyond compare

Your eyes, just like daisies in the sun,

They’re always so bright and full of fun.

Your lips, soft and a gentle pink,

It makes my heart soar, far over the brink

Your touch, a field of lavender,

So soothing, beyond all measure.

In your embrace, I lose all my sense,

Lost in a world of your love and pure presence.

Clive, oh Clive,

You are my favorite flower,

My bouquet of pure devotion.

Forever in your garden, I'll stay,

Together, our love will grow and sway

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Love is the laughter that fills the air,

A tender touch that shows how much we care,

It's a dance of two hearts, forever we share,

A love so pure like ours, it's so one of a kind

Oh, Clive, my heart beats with a fervent desire,

In your presence, my soul feels like it's on fire.

In the midst of our cultural divide,

Our love blossoms, unable to hide.

So, let our love story continue to unfold,

In the pages of my book, a tale to be told.

A bond that will endure, no matter how long.

Atentamente,

Yolanda

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This is advice for Clive, who is Yolanda's lover. It will be advice for how to handle the Garcia family. The Garcia family revolves around respect. The dad is probably the most important person in the family that you want to like. This is because the dad is very strict and hasn’t really accepted any boyfriend from her daughters. This means when you first meet him, try to make him interested. Try not to get on his bad side. Also, try to be involved in Dominican culture. Carlos prioritizes his dominican values a lot. The rest of the Garcia family is more chill. The mom is more welcoming. There are many sisters so it can be overwhelming so be ready for that. There might be a lot of questions asked to you when you meet the sisters. Questions like where you from? What do you see in Yolanda? Relationship with parents? The sister who will understand the most is sofia. This is because she already has a boyfriend and has talked with her parents about it. Also, all the sisters have been in a relationship so they can understand what you and Yolanda have between each other. Carla is the oldest out of the sisters so she is more mature out of all sisters. Overall, don't worry much about everyone in the family but Yolanda's dad.

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Oh my mami hermosa cuanto la amo but after today i don't have the face to look at her… you know i'm beyond grateful to actually have my mom in my life. Although we have our arguments I love her to the earth and back, but oh my sweet mother did it again. Being hispanic we hear and get the “Talk” more often as we get older. Especially from my mom. My mom and dad are big with the old school rules on keeping your virginity until you are married, or to have a boyfriend at an appropriate age and that age is who knows when because to them we still are the “Four Girls'' but listen as i respect them i always argue that we no longer are in Venezuela and are in a completely different era than what they grew up in. As I stood there reading the poem… MY POEM, about my entire love life in front of my mother, the person that would absolutely kill me if she found out what I have done behind her back. As I started reading I could feel her eyes piercing through my soul. I knew that if we were not in a public setting she would never have allowed me to see the light of the sun the next day. And just to make my life better” clive my boyfriend was sitting right next to my mama in the very front row. The humiliation was real. I was praying my mama did not get up and grab Clive by his arm and take him out of my sight because knowing her she would absolutely tell him off .  I could just feel my mothers eye piercing and drilling into my soul as i read the awfually humiliating poem that would have not been humiliating if my mother was not here. anyways glad that’s over (i’m dying on the inside)

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Hola Mama,

Last night felt like a blur, maybe I passed out. You know I'm grateful to have you in my life not only as my mama, but as my biggest support as well. As much as I love seeing you, it does get a little weird that you show up to events that are unexpected places to see you in. My poems include romantic feelings inside of it and should not be heard by any parent at all. I get this uncomfortable and embarrassed feeling when reading. I shouldn’t be feeling that way and instead I should be feeling the emotions that are written in the poem. I tried my best to not make it seem harsh, but don’t you think it’s a little weird to show up at my poetry readings? Don’t you think that it’s an invasion of privacy??? I love you so much mama, but you’re making people uncomfortable too. You never know if there’s a special someone in the crowd… If there ever is someone special then I don’t want anything to happen between us over my mama listening to my poems. I think it’s time for you to keep a little distance between our relationship and what goes on with my life events. Let your little bird be free. Please don’t take it the wrong way nor start to turn into papa when he had an argument con mi hermana. I hope this letter makes you take into consideration about your future show ups to my events. Enjoy the rest of your day and I’ll see you soon.

Love,

Yolanda

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Love is a “complex emotion that encompasses a wide range of feelings, experiences, and expressions. It is often described as a deep affection, an intense attachment, or a strong bond between individuals.” Love is wanting to be close with that person forever, the presence that is felt. You feel very close to those you love and can confide in them, trust them, and respect them on a very personal level. Being enamored with someone goes beyond liking them. To be enamored is to be “deeply and passionately infatuated or captivated by someone. It describes a state of intense admiration, fascination, and affection.” I have come to the simple conclusion that I am in love with you and enamored. Even if this relationship cannot be brought to the light, I still have deep feelings for you. Maybe one day we can show the world how much we love each other.. For now, I’ll wait for us to blossom like flowers in a silent meadow.

-Yolanda

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“Day after the most embarrassing moment ever”

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“Day after the most embarrassing moment ever”

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As I came on stage, a feeling of anxiety swept over me. I took a big breath and proceeded to recite my first poem. Everything began out nicely; I could feel the emotion in my remarks resonating with the audience. However, when I approached the conclusion of my work, my thoughts went blank. The well written words that had flowed so easily throughout rehearsals appeared to evaporate into thin air.I stuttered over my words, trying frantically to recover control. The room was dead silent, with only a few uneasy coughs and shuffling feet to break it up. My cheeks flushed with humiliation as I struggled through the rest of the poem, each word seeming like a big stone weighing me down.When I concluded, there was polite applause from the crowd, but I could sense sympathy in their faces. I wanted to slip below the floorboards and never show my face again. As I returned to my seat, I heard whispering and repressed laughter behind me.Now, as I sit here thinking about what occurred, I can't help but feel like a failure. All those hours of putting my heart and soul into my poems seemed pointless in that moment of public humiliation. Will I ever have the confidence to stand on a platform again after this disaster?

I hope tomorrow gives some relief and that this embarrassing recollection fades with time.

Yours sincerely, Yolanda

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I hope you’re doing well. I want to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind for a while now. I really like how you always support and encourage me, especially when I read my poems. But there’s something I want to talk about. Mami, it’s a little uncomfortable for me when you come to my readings where I talk about my personal life and things that occur. I know that writing is a way for me to express myself and to be honest, having you there in the audience watching me read my readings makes it’s seem like everyone can see everything about me. It’s not that I’m embarrassing or ashamed about what I write and talk about but I rather keep it private between us as mother and daughter. It is nothing personal I just don’t want there to be any weird vibes.

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Dear Mami,

I’m very thankful for all your support when it comes to my poetry readings. For all the applauding, giving standing ovations. But to be frank I am embarrassed to the point that I even try to keep it a secret from you. The embarrassment comes from the fact that my poems are addressed to lovers, sonnets in bedrooms and I don't feel comfortable talking about those things in front of you because you yourself said you don't believe in sex for girls, and you say that my poems are from my great imagination. I hope that expressing my feelings to you dont cause any tension or problems between us. Te quiero mucho.

-love Yoyo

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Dear mami, these past couple of days have been an emotional rollercoaster. There have been different kinds of feelings throughout these days, some memorable, some despicable and some even forgotten about, but one in specific which I wish to forget about. I know you are always going to be standing right next to me during my accomplishments. And this I am grateful for. Except sometimes I just need a little room for my own standing ground. I am greatly appreciative of you always standing by me, but por favor, it seems as though it has gotten a little too excesive. I don't mean for any of this to hurt your feelings, or make you feel any kind of way. This is for the sole purpose of my comfortability. You may recall when I was sharing my poems. During this time, I had said some very personal, deep, experiences which you hearing may not have had been the best idea. I was discussing a lot about my love life, which I'm sure any child would be uncomfortable with their parents hearing of such things. This is why I hope you take into consideration the way I feel when you are present and attending my readings. - te amo, yoyo

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Poetry was my way of self-expression, I've always had a passion for it mami would agree. I started poetry readings as a way to express my frustrations, and I wanted to keep that part of myself anonymous. Mami is a bit controlling so trying to convince her to not show up is a challenge in itself. To express my sex life to her is embarrassing, especially when she has no idea who I'm talking about. I always have appreciated the support she has given me, But I finally chose to confront her and tell her that I wanted to keep this part of myself to myself only. I feel embarrassed to keep on keeping this secret away from her so I'll tell her how I feel.

sincerely, Yolanda

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I see an unknown universe.

Love blossoms like stars in the night when it is wrapped in your warm embrace.

Every delicate caress, every touch, our spirits intertwined, our love.

Your kind remarks fill my heart with joy and make me feel like I belong, much like a comforting song.

Everlasting love that is so pure.

Every kiss we exchange is like a lovely tune, expressing our intense affection for one another.

I see the reflection of love in your eyes. a relationship that is full of love.

Hand in hand, we travel through life's ups and downs together, resilient against them all.

We are appreciative of the love we have found, our souls unveiled and forever bonded.

Im lost in a passionate haze,in your embrace,we dance,we laugh ,beneath the stars, our souls clash. my heart cries your name with every beat.

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In your eyes, I find a universe so vast,

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In your eyes, I find a universe so vast,

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A love that's burden, forever it will last.

Your touch, a gentle breeze that sets me free,

In your embrace, I feel pure serenity.

With every word you speak, my heart takes flight,

Your laughter, a melody that feels so right.

Together, we dance through life's endless song,

In your arms, I know where I truly belong.

Your love is a light, guiding me through,

Through stormy seas, you're my anchor, it's true.

With you, my love, I've found my missing piece,

A love so deep, it brings my soul such peace.

So let our love bloom like flowers in spring,

With you, my darling, my heart will always sing.

Forever and always, our love will remain,

In your arms, my love, I've found my sweetest gain.

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In the depths of my heart, a symphony plays, A melody of love that never fades. With every breath I take, I feel your presence near, Your love, a constant reminder, so clear. Like the ocean waves crashing upon the shore, Our love grows stronger, forevermore. Through the highs and lows, we'll stand side by side, Our souls entwined, on this love-filled ride. In your eyes, I see a universe unfold, A love story written in letters of gold. With every touch and every gentle kiss, I find solace in your love, pure and bliss. Together we'll conquer any storm we face, With love as our armor, we'll embrace. Through laughter and tears, we'll navigate, A love so deep, it's impossible to dissipate. So let this love poem be a testament, To the love we share, so heaven-sent. Forever and always, my heart is true, For my love, my darling, I'm forever devoted to you.

To my love

-clive

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I neer was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, His face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk away, And when he looked, what could I ail?

My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start-

They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice?

Is love's bed always snow?

he seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before.

My heart has left its dwelling-place

And can return no more.

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In silent yearning, my heart aches

For love that only you can give miles apart

My soul and your soul, My body and your body

Entwine, In the sheets we meet, in streets we shine

Our bodies merge in fiery dance, Lost in the trance

Of Love’s Romance, Our Love hinds in the shadows

As my fear of others would take me to the gallows

Leaving me breathless and scared of my demise

In breathless whispers, secrets told, In ecstasy, our hearts unfold.

In this sacred, intimate hex, Love and lust intertwine, complex

This feeling of lust so wrong in the ways of Man and God

But if I must defile the two to reach you the choice is clear to me

My Love You and only You can make me feel whole while away

From them You My love are my savior and my Bane

Saving me from the loneliness, of the hole in my heart

But also dooming me to being swallowed whole by the shame of my family.

- Yolanda Garcia

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Hey Mami,

I know you try your hardest to be there for me as a mother. But I have to let you know how I truly feel about relationships as mother and daughter. You know like I do, that you usually go to all of my poetry readings. But the truth is when you come to my poetry ready u make me feel really embarrassed that it was to a point where I tried to keep some of my poetry reading from you. But you always still found out about them and were in the front row every time. Which I appreciate but I just had to let you know how I felt.

I know you're probably confused on why you make me feel so embarrassed that you're doing your job and being a mother but I’m going to tell you. If I’m being honest even when you're well behaved your presence still throws me off . No offense but you

just being there just brings me so much embarrassment. Being that my poems are often about lovers and sex for girls and that’s not often a topic you speak about so freely in front of your mother. Even though you did not realize the subjects of the poems it still makes me uncomfortable expressing myself in that way in front of you . I hope you can understand where I’m coming from and respect my privacy.

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Oh Clive, my hearts fervent fire,

A love that time can never tire.

Your touch, a balm to my souls desire,

In every moment, you lift me higher.

From Santo Domingo’s sunlit streets,

To the rhythm where our passion meets,

Your whispers soft, oh, how it fleets,

In every beat, my heart repeats.

Your eyes, a gaze that warmly glows,

A story only my spirit knows.

Clive, my love, as the river flows,

In your arms my true home shows.

We dance, we laugh, under moonlit skies,

A love so vast as the ocean lies.

Clive, my love, my hearts prize,

In every breath, my love defies.

For you, mi amor, I am forever bound,

In the salsa of love, we can be found.

With you Clive, my world is so sound,

In our love, paradise profound.

Your touch, a fire that consumes me whole,

In every moment, my love is the soul.

In our nights filled with passion’s play,

We explore intimacy in unreasoned ways.

Your body and mine, in perfect harmony,

United in a dance of love and glee.

I love you Clive, more than anything

I hope one day ill have a diamond ring

Around my finger, as your wife

So then we can live out the perfect life.

In our souls, desire burns bright,

In each encounter, love boasts its might.

You are my refuge my safe harbor.

In your love, i find my future, farther.

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A long time ago I remember when we were shopping in the store and you wanted bright red shoes because you liked them so much. But at the time we couldn’t afford them, so your mother told us to buy the white shoes. As just a little kid you were so sad Carla, because they were a bit different but then I had a nice idea so you can be happy. After we bought the shoes I had the idea to paint the shoes with your Mother red nail polish and of course it wasn’t the same type of color or anything but it was still a fresh red compared to the white that you hated. Even though as a kid you didn’t know this but you were a bit spoiled only because we loved you so much. That caused you to not understand how to save money and control the urge to save what you have, but as your got older you learned.

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dear my love ,Clive

I know meeting my family can be intimidating, but please dont let them scare you off.They can be a bit overwhelming at times, but they mean well.Just be yourself and show them that you care about me.My mom can be a bit controlling, but she just wants what's best for her daughters. Be respectful and listen to her advice, but don't let her dictate your every move. She'll appreciate it if you show her that you're responsible and trustworthy. My sisters can be a handful, but they're loyal and protective. They'll tease you, but it's all in good fun. Just roll with the punches and don't take anything too seriously.

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Dear, Clive

‘’You are my unspeakable secret, my impossible repentance, my unattainable dream and my unforgettable love, in my mind I do not stop thinking about you every day it is more overwhelming, the unbreakable wait my intractable king I can’t stop reminding you through your sweet and tranquilizing aroma, which was reflected in my gray dress when we danced I remember son much those icy kisses and abundant hugs’’

Lover, Yolanda…

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Carla’s criticizing her mom for the color-coded system

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Carla’s criticizing her mom for the color-coded system

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My only second love

In the brilliance of your eyes, Clive,

my soul awakens and revives.

In your embrace I find endless peace,

you are my lighthouse, my beginning and my end.

In every whisper my heart

finds the sweet melody of your passion.

You are the breeze that caresses my skin,

in your love I find my sky and my honey.

Together, we will fly beyond time,

our love, an eternal breath.

You will forever be my desire and my light,

Clive, my beloved, you are my cross

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Dear Mom

I would like to write this letter to you and wanted you to know that I don't want you to feel bad after or think I don't love you but I just don't want you to come to my pottery sessions anymore because it about something that I did and i express it in a more deeper part of it but I don't want you to think different of me and look at me differently and I just want you to know that I love you and it finds you in the best way possible

From

Yolanda

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Dear Mami

I am very grateful for you coming to my poetry reading. As my mom, I thank you for all the love and support you give to my poetry.  But as your daughter, there is something I have to tell you.I was very embarrassed when you came to my poetry reading. When I tell my pomes to others I am very intimate about my sexual life with my boyfriend. It is not that I am scared an nervous about my written it is the fact that I tell it in front of my own mother. still love you Mamia but next time you stay home with Dad he needs your company more than I do.

Love you

Yolanda

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A piece of advice for Clive and how to handle the Garcia family is to be very respectful towards Carlos Garcia. He is a very traditional man. Yolanda's mother is very nosy. She knows everyone's business, whatever you say around her will be said everywhere.

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Write a letter from Yolanda to her mom expressing how she feels when her mom comes to her poetry reading

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Write a letter from Yolanda to her mom expressing how she feels when her mom comes to her poetry reading

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madre

Mommy, I've been wanting to talk to you about something that's been on my mind for a while; it's nothing to worry about, but I have something to tell you: CAN YOU STOP COMING TO MY POETRY READING. Lo siento, mami, but if you could stop coming to my poetry reading, it would make me very happy. Si usted pregunta por que? Because the poems I read are very sexual and contain very adult content, and seeing you hearing my poems makes me nervous, please refrain from coming to my poetry reading. Mami, I don't want you to come to my POETRY READINGS anymore.

Por favor,perdone me madre

Lo siento

Yolanda

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For you mom, I hope you can understand me.

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For you mom, I hope you can understand me.

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Mom, forgive me if I felt embarrassed because you were reading my poetry readings, I had nothing against you, but I hope you understand that I felt that way because it was like my privacy to me, since it seemed strange to me that you were reading my poems. because what I wrote was something intimate and also about my love life. It was the way I could express myself. You know that I love you very much, I hope you understand me, I wanted to tell you personally, but I better send you this letter, I hope to see you soon mom.

I love you.

Atentamente Yolanda tu hija.

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Letter from Yolanda to her Mami

DEAR Mami

I trust this letter find you amidst the gentle embrace of good health and warmth.

I want to say thank you for your visit to my poetry reading. I was very embarrassed and felt uncomfortable, because I delved into more intimate themes involving my love life. One of reasons of my ashamed feelings is the poetry not for mothers and daughters relationships, i can talk with you about all in our life, but intimate topics I can’t dissect with you, sorry.

Your presence there meant a lot to me.Thank you for always being there for me, for believing in me, and for inspiring me to follow my passions. Your unwavering support has been my anchor and I am so grateful to have you as my mother. Thank you for always supporting me and believing in my dreams.

Thank you, Mom, for being my biggest cheerleader, my confidante, and my guiding light. But in future i hope you can understand me and we can build some “discussion boards” between our relationships, thank you for understanding.

With all my love

Yolanda

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What a terrible and embarrassing day!

Why does my mother still want to come to my poetry recitation? I was chatting with Clive there, God knows how nervous I was! Does she want to see me perform or do she want to use it as something to talk about with the ladies? I really don’t understand! Why can't she respect my ideas? What a stubborn donkey!She shouldn't find out that Clive is my secret lover, right? It would be too bad if she found out, I would drown in spit, and I would never allow this to happen! I will definitely warn Clive when I see him. I hope he can keep this secret.

I still hope to have a communication with my mother and make her respect my ideas, although I know this is very slim. Maybe our conversation will come from a lady’s mouth one day, which is the worst!

oh! It's really terrible. My heart seems to be pressed by a black cloud that won't dissipate for a long time. I hope that something or someone can clear this dark cloud for me and let me feel the sunshine and rainbow. I hope so much!

It’s bound to be a sleepless night!

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Dear Clive,

Mi amor, you are my one and only

You make me laugh when I wanna cry

You make me live when I wanna die

As long as I’m with you I’m alive

The way you pin me down

Take control and turn me inside out

I got your back and you got mines

I love you mi amor

#myman myman

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I stood on the stage ready to recite  my poems , but my mood was very complicated ,because my mother often listened to my poems in the audience ,which made me feel embarrassed and made me feel that i had no privacy . so i hoped taht she would not come , but i knew she would not agree. So i often tried to finish my content quickly to hide the emotions i wanted to express, but my mother was like an eagle who could keenly perceive the key point in my content , which made me feel helpless.

After a while ,it was my turn to go on stage . i took a deep breath and walked up bravely . As expected , i saw my mother sitting close to the front of the stage . At the same time , i saw my boyfriend sitting next to my mother. This made me a little worried . i was afraid that my boyfriend would expose my relationship with him next to my mother . so my heart tightened. While reciting my poems quickly , i looked in the direction of my mother . At this time , i was like a devout believer praying to God constantly . During this tormenting speech , i saw my mother constantly introducing me to the people next to her in the future . this made me blush, feel ashamed and embarrassed, and feel more and more tormented.

Finally , as the applause from the audience rang out , i took a deep breath, as if a huge stone had been lifted off my chest . Then i quickly stepped off the stage , walked to my mother’s side, greeted my boyfriend , pretended to be unfamiliar with him, and quickly took my mother away from this embarrassing place.

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My dearest Clive

Mi amor

When you kiss me I want more

You are the only one I adore

You smell like flowers

When I’m with you a minute feels like an hour

Hug me in an eternal embrace

So i stay in a state of peace and grace

Ill never get tired of saying te amo

You’re sweet like jugo de mango

Oh my Clive

You make me feel alive

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Dear Laura,

I know you are my mother, nothing in this world can change the fact that you birthed me. That is the first thing I wanted to address, I will always love you no matter what and nothing in the world can change that. You have to realize something though, poetry is my way of expression and I take it very privately when it comes to what I write and speak when I am up there. You can agree that presenting myself up there is already hard enough but seeing you there in all due respect makes my heart plummet like a head-first dive to a pool. You have always been there for me and I truly appreciate it, I try to understand you and question why you are always supporting me front row at these poetry sessions, and maybe it is because you see me as a little old Yo-Yo but I'm just not that little girl I used to be. I will not stress enough how private these poems are and how intimate they are to me. To fuel the fire, you also speak to Clive while I'm there. God knows what you tell him about me and all I ask you is to not go to the poetry sessions anymore, please, they are the only way I get to express my emotions out there and get people to relate to my writing pieces. If you truly love me, I beg you to stay home, respect my wishes, and not attend my poetry sessions.

Thank you for your time,

Sincerely, yours truly Yolanda/YoYo

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To my Dear Clive

Even though our love is secret

I would never stop loving you

Each day that passes

I think of you

Like the flowers waiting for the sun

And the bees waiting for the nectar

My beloved Clive

I hope i can see you ‘

And go out with you

Like its our first time on a date

Talk with for hours until the sunsets

My love for you would never fade away

I hope yours doesnt either

Hope we die together

And meet in another life

We would surely be togerther

Because my love for you will never die

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Some Advice i would give to Clive is that the father is really overprotective and cares alot about his girls do expect some resistance on his side. The family also goes through a number of traumatic experiences which causes the more aggressive side of the family when foreigners are introduced into the family. Also the father is a hard working man and would gain your respect of you show him how hard you work

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Creative Writing: Carla Admonishing Mother

Color-coding is a system where you mark things with different colors for easy identification. I’m sure almost everyone reading this has color-coded something before, whether that be school supplies, toys, etc. But has anyone ever tried using the same system for their kids? It seems easy and convenient, but there are many harms to this, I should know, I was a color-coded kid. My mother used this system on my three sisters and I. The color-coding system is not a great way to raise your kids because it causes kids to not be able to explore/express themselves as they truly want.

Since I was born I have had to deal with this color system. I was expected to do almost everything in yellow, while my sisters had different colors they were expected to do everything in. The colors were usually very basic colors like yellow, pink, white and blue. We usually wanted different colors but our mother really didn’t let us choose our own colors, because it would be difficult for her. She’s always said we were “driving her crazy”. My youngest sister claims that the color system “smacked of an assembly line mentality”. Color-coding had very much weakened my sisters and I’s identity differentiation and made us forever unclear about personality boundaries.

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Carla's criticizing her mother for the color-coded system

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Carla's criticizing her mother for the color-coded system

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My mom always has a particular color system to identify her daughters. As I and my siblings  borned, each of we was identified one color. She dressed me in yellow, and my sisters, Sandra is blue, Yolanda is pink, and Sofia is white. I don’t think it is necessary to obey these color rules, why my mom considers it so serious, and follows the rules so strict. That will be totally fine if I like other color or to own some items not blue which mom don’t want me to like. We have the liberty to love any color instead of having only one color like a label that cannot be taken off. The reality is that I and my sisters have no choice on it, we have to be obedient to our parents. The choose of color reveals their desire to control. We must follow the way our mother has prescribed for us, and the ridiculous color system is just a small tool that help mom to “manage” her girls better.

I feel melancholy but there is nothing I can do to deal with it. My parents, they never understand us. We have tried hard to make them understand what we really want, the consequence is that they thought we were vexatious, and it made everyone tired. I am exhausted to change her mind, but still doing effort on it.

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I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express my feelings about something that has been on my mind for quite some time now. Your presence at my poetry readings means more to me than words can express. When I see you in the audience, supporting me and listening to my words, it fills me with a sense of warmth and comfort that is hard to put into words.First, I want to thank you for always being there for me, not just physically but emotionally as well. Your support has been alot of strength for me throughout my journey as a poet. Knowing that you are there, cheering me on, gives me the confidence to share my innermost thoughts and feelings with the world

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4/8/24

Ms Lamour, Chairman, Foster

AP Language

Journal Entry

Another poetry night, another time for vergüenza (embarrassment)… Last night, like many of my other nights, was poetry night. And yet again, despite my prayers of the opposite outcome happening, mami keeps on coming to them. I try my damn hardest to keep details about my poetry nights behind closed doors, and yet she somehow, by the grace of god, finds out the exact time and date of each event. However, unlike other poetry nights, this one felt different from the rest. More… humillante (humiliating) than all the others simply because of Clive. Now, I don’t blame him entirely, since I never really told him about my mother or anything personal, but why did he have to sit there out of all the seats?? It was already bad with Mami in front row seats, having this massive, proud smile on her face making me mess up on my words. But, with Clive there, holding onto my mami’s arm, it just makes it all the more worse! All of it just made me nothing but a complete nervous wreck on stage! …Y’know what? Enough is enough! The day before my next poetry night, I’ll finally ask her not to attend it. Maybe then I can finally have the confidence to speak clearly. Plus, what’s the worst that can happen?

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I wanted to write you a letter because its the best way I express myself but its something serious we need to talk about. You are thes best mom in so many different ways, its just one little thing thats makes me uncomfortable.

I don’t feel comfortable with you to sit in on my poetry reading. That is something very personal to me and i dont want you to see that side of me. I understand that your my mother and you wanna support me in anything I do but im honestly telling you that you can sit this one out for me. You cna support me in that way by not being there. The letter I wrote to my man, I did not intend for you to hear that and now I feel embarrased that you do. You might feel betrayed that I hid this from you and being sneaky but its okay I just wanted keep this to my self because it is special. I apologize for that but can you please not show up to my poetry readings anymore.

Sincerely, Your daughter.

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As children you always color-coded me and my sisters and I never understood why. I didn't question it because as a mother you should know best ... Now that I'm older I have a clearer perspective.My career in psychology made me realize my childhood wasn't as normal as I thought. After doing research and years of psychology I realized my mother had many aspects of "mild anal retentive personality",this is when someone feels a extreme need to control or obsessive attention to detail. In this case my mother illustrated having mild anal retentive personality by giving each of my siblings a specific color that we was always have to wear.For example I was dressed in yellow, Sandra in blue, Yolanda in pink, and Sofia in white, according to the mother.

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Yolanda Garcia 3/12/1976

What was today...

To think I could escape the embarrassment my mother never ceases to dish out to me was foolish. What did I do to deserve the circumstance I've been put in! I was so nervous on that stage, and to think the person I would be reading about would be in the same row as my MOTHER! UGH I can't stop thinking about it without churning from the inside out.

I wrote a poem about sex... with my lover....who was listening to stories about me from young from my MOTHER. How will I move on? How much does he know? WHAT does he know? Does he think of me disgusting? Only God knows where this will take me, and how many guavas I'll have to stu my face with to cope. For so long, I've tried to avoid the sheer horror of my mother listening to the most intimate parts of my life in vivid poems, her naivety almost endearing. And still I nd myself in the most vulnerable positions, and that night had to have been the icing en el torta. How did my sisters ever manage this mess?

Why should I even be embarrassed? I wanted people to feel what I felt for the man I loved so deeply. I wanted other women to feel comfort in their sensuality, maybe even my mother. But I can’t help but feel indelicate about myself, my wants and desires.

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So my mother came to another one of my poetry readings today. I can never keep them a secret from her. She always sits in the front row too, which makes me nervous and throws me off my game. I often talk about my love interest and things of that nature in my poems. Seeing as my mother doesn’t agree with these kinds of topics, it’s easy to see why having her there while I talk about them would make me uneasy. She usually talked to whoever was seated beside her at these readings and at the reading today you won’t believe who was next to her. It was my lover! She talked to him and talked and talked and talked having no idea that he even knew me. I could even see her pointing at me at one point. This made me extremely uneasy, at one point I could feel the eyes of my lover on me which did not help at all! I appreciate my mommy coming to my poetry readings and wanting to support me, I really do, but things would be so much easier for me if she wasn’t there. I want to express this to her but I don’t want to hurt her feelings in the process. I have to brainstorm ways on how I can’t present this to her lightly.

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To handle Yolanda is a walk in the park compared to the rest of the Garcia family. With Tia Carmen you have to be willing to compromise your beliefs. With Tio Munro, he is easy but when Tia Carmen is there, he will redirect all questions and answers to her. Everyone in the family has love in their hearts, they all just show it in a different way. With that, I leave you to think about this.

With love,

Yoyo

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Hello Clive, as Yolanda's lover I would like to give advice to you on your relationship with Yolanda and the Garcia family . A piece of advice I would like to give you in terms of  her family is that you know that her mother doesn't know you are her lover. With how her family is I want you to be understable of why her family is like that. From how her family is she is very secretive in general probably even with you. Her family and her mom do not believe women having sex with men in some kind of way. Another piece of advice I would give you is to not judge yolanda. There are some issues that she's been through that happened when she was younger. If I'm not wrong I'm pretty sure you heard this when her mother mentioned this but it was about her not eating when she was younger calling her schizophrenic because she didn't eat. not to assume but it could've been an actual health problem but her mother is kind of making fun of her for it in front of you. As her lover you are probably curious as to why she did not tell her family about you. From what i've written above can help with the reasons why but you could tell she isn't too comfortable with her family. On stage Yolanda was nervous seeing you talk with her mother because of things her mother might say in front of you that she might be embarrassed about. This is what I mean by not being  judgeful.  But as her lover you should talk to her with the issues she's been having and your issues if you haven't already. Overall I hope this advice helps you well in the future and relationship with yolanda and understanding her family's beliefs.

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You have recently heard a poem from me that was actually meant for someone I liked. When I said the words “For Clive” I didn’t know what your reaction would be so my lover smiled at you and that led to one of my biggest secrets which I will explain afterward but I did want to tell you about how I feel about you coming to my poetry readings. When you came to my poetry readings I felt like I was hiding a secret which I did which was your approval of how I act as a person. I couldn’t act like a normal person because the majority of my poems I present are mostly about love and even when you did not notice it at all you assumed that I had a great imagination. However, I still feel embarrassed because the way you taught me how to act and the way I present my love poems are different. As I stated from the beginning you recently met a professor who loved my poems or is someone that is interested in my poetry. This was one of my biggest secrets because that professor is someone that I am currently with and when you started coming that also made me feel uncomfortable because in your views again on saying how women like us should respect ourselves and our bodies but I wanted to also know how grateful I am for taking the time to come see me do my poetry reading.

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My Love, My Clive,

My home where you lie,

How I want to hold you so,

And be with you wherever we go,

Oh My Love, My Clive,

I could never tell you a lie,

You look at me so sweetly,

You keep me happy every night,

My Love, My Clive,

Are you alright?

I never want to see you unhappy,

I never want to see you cry,

My Love, My Clive,

How much do you love me?

How much do I keep you up at night?

Oh I hope you feel my love all the time,

Oh My Love, Oh My Clive

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Dear Mommy,  As I sit down to write this, I'm overwhelmed with an immense amount of emotions. I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude and overwhelming joy for your presence at my poetry reading last night. Having you in the audience meant more to me than words can describe.

As I stood on that stage, reading my words aloud to the crowd, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and nervousness. But the moment I saw you sitting there, smiling and nodding along with each verse, my nerves melted away. Your presence gave me the strength and confidence to share my innermost thoughts and emotions. Although I appreciate the support, Mom, I need to have a serious conversation with you about coming to my poetry readings. While I appreciate your support and love having you there, I have to admit that it can be quite embarrassing for me. As an adult daughter, I'm trying to establish myself as a serious poet, and having my mom in the audience can sometimes make me feel like a child again. I want to be taken seriously by my peers and having you there can sometimes undermine that. It's not that I don't value your opinion or that I don't want you to be a part of my life, but there are times when I need my space to express myself freely and without any reservations. Having you at my poetry readings can sometimes make me feel self-conscious and like I need to censor my words and emotions. I want to share my work openly and honestly, without worrying about how it will be perceived by my family. I hope you can understand where I'm coming from and respect my need for independence and autonomy in my creative pursuits. I would love for you to continue supporting me from afar and maybe we can find other ways to connect and bond over my poetry, without you having to attend every single reading. I value your input and your presence in my life, but I also want to establish myself as an individual artist with my voice and vision. Thank you for being understanding and for always being there for me, even when it's not always easy. I still appreciate the love from you but I want to bond with you in a different setting like brunch this Saturday. I hope you write back to me and come to Lulus on Saturday for brunch.

Sincerely , your yo-yo

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I Was There Too, A paper By Carla GarcÍa

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I Was There Too, A paper By Carla GarcÍa

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My name is Carla GarcÍa and growing up I was the oldest of 4 sisters from the Dominican Republic I write this paper to tell my story. Growing up my mother had this system as a way to dress us, me and my sisters were each assigned a color from birth, and for the entire time of our youth we had to live by these colors we had to wear them to decorate our rooms in them anytime we wanted to change colors or wear something different form our color’s our mother would come up with a thousand reasons that we should keep our colors. I remember a time when my sister Yolanda was dead set on getting to wear pink but she was assigned white our mother tried to convince Yolanda that white was the best color for her yet our mother was even more dead set on keeping Yolanda in white. I remember any time we tried to change colors my mother would say “You girls are going to drive me crazy!” even though we knew this was an empty threat it felt exhausting as while it was quick efficient and easy for our mother it felt like we couldn't form our own identitys as I now know this type of parenting can psychologically damage a person sense of identity as with the color system it diminished my sisters and me to just the colors we wore I wasn't Carla I was Yellow and my sisters were Green Blue and White we had to live like this for convenience but it damaged us in ways we still experience to this day.

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Dear Mami,

How’s everything going? I just wanted to write to you about something that’s been on my mind a lot. In regard to my poetry readings, I truly appreciate your support. It’s just somewhat embarrassing when I share these poems and you sit in the front row so excited and over share about me to whoever is sitting near you. Even when I don’t tell you about my readings, you manage to show up regardless. Some things I would prefer to keep more private and when you show up, it throws me off. Like I said, as much as I appreciate your support, maybe you should only come to the ones that I invite you to so I can give it my all.  I’m not saying to stop coming to my poetry readings, just not every single one of them.

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Dear Clive,

First I would like to wish you the best of luck and hope this letter will find you well. Clive, the woman you love has a condition you must meet. You must understand and  handle the Garcia family. This is no easy task. You must always expect the unexpected. In order to deal with this family, you must win the hearts of each family member.

The mom will be the easiest to to love you back because she just wants her daughter to feel love and affection. However, the father will be the hardest heart you’ll find that will love you. The father is very overprotective and just wants his girls to be safe and can be given the love and respect they deserve.

To win his heart you have to be so close to him you become a son that he never had. Demonstrate love to him, respect, and confidence towards him. You also need to be able to show Yolanda you love her infront of her family and show that you want love not lust. But, Clive, the most important thing to never forget is to always be patient. I hope you can use this advice to the best ability you can. Dating a latina girl is like dating her whole family.

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When you come to hear my poems, I feel embarrassed. I don’t like sharing personal things with people I am close to, especially regarding relationships. You know I am a growing woman and should have my own space to develop. I am sure you also had moments in your teenage years, where you would rather not share information with your close ones. So please, respect my feelings and not take this as me trying to push you away, so I can fully express myself in my poems. I also want to talk about how you shared parts of my life with a stranger that you didn’t know that happened to be my friend that helped me write the poems. I know you had me in your stomach for 9 mouths protected me, and fed me for almost my whole life but you have to realize that I have grown into my own person that does their own thing.

Love and Hearts-Your Daughter

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Dear Clive,

The Gracia family is a real handful, they’re a mixture of old fashioned, chaotic and modist. Yolondas parents believe men run the household so if you were to meet Yolondas father keep a prideful and masculine face. He’s an incredibly hard one to please, all the men his daughters have ever dated/married have disapproved of all of them. Most oftenly casting a haunting aurora with just his eyes, his stare is so strong you can feel his disgust creeping up your veins until it reaches your heart.

Yolanda's mother is the more joyful one out of the two, often tucked away in the shadows embracing the warmth of her family rather than being the main center point of it. She greatly supports Yolanda with her poetry even though it has mature details that she doesn't exactly believe in. She just wants what's best for her girls, when not reserved she tries to spread her inner booming energy amongst her girls. Once you burst a bubble about one of her girls she can talk about them for hours and all their embarrassing memories.

Speaking of girls, Yolandas sisters are all like untamed animals, running around causing chaos in their own aspects. Yo’s younger sister Sofia is like a caged up bird, wanting to be free in her own aspect, but the only way to achieve the freedom she desired was to run off with a man she loved. Essentially cutting her off from the family, but because she cares for her family so much she threw a rope to her father, as an attempt to climb back into the family. It's important due to the fact she's the first to bear a male child in the Garcia family.

Carla is the oldest and is a child psychologist, she deeply analyzes their childhood and always thinks about why something happens. She might try to analyze you if you get really close with Yo, but you should be fine because she has no bad intentions, she just wants to make sure her family’s happy.

Then the 2nd born child Sandra has an elegant yet haunting look to her. Sandra has her own mental problems going on. Her heart is made of pure gold covered in a hard coating of dirt preventing others from being able to see it.

Overall you should be fine with the Gracia family, they just have little nooks and crannies that you have to work though but Yolonda will be there to work it out with you, so one knows

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Dear Mami,

How have you been? It’s been a while since we caught up, we’ve both been busy with life. I see that you still very much love my poems, somehow coming to all my poem readings, knowing where they all are. I’m actually really curious on how you find those out.  While I do appreciate your support, can I  talk to you about that?

Your support helps me very much mom, your support made me who I am today. Though, I do believe you are bit erratic with your supporting. The shouting and  screaming disturbs the flow of the poem as well as the listening experience. I understand that you might be excited, but please, if you can support me a little less, that would be really nice.  It’s not you, I just really prefer some time to myself, but please I do really love you and thank you for coming to my readings till now.

Also, this may be rude of me to ask but can you attend less? I feel a bit embarrassed with you coming all the time and it messes up my speaking. Those poems are a little personal and you attending my readings makes me unconfy. Plus, it’s not really that important of an event, so coming would be useless anyways. That being said, I really appreciate you coming either way till now.

Te amo gracias por todo mami

Your loving daughter,

Yolanda Garcia