Category: Food For Thought

A Woman, Like Me, Must Write

I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m aware of what they say. I’m used to the degradation, the belittlement, the constant criticism of my ways. I’m a woman of stature, but of course, men don’t like confident girls, girls who are too sure of themselves. Confidence is sexy to many, but a woman…

Is Hispanic Heritage Month inclusive enough?

Happy Hispanic Heritage Month! From September 15th to October 15th, celebrations of Hispanic culture are in order, stories and the contributions of our ancestors that came from Mexico, Spain, the Caribbean and Central and South America are embraced. Before we became Latinos, Latinx or Chicanos, our ancestors were Hispanic and in 1968, President Lyndon Johnson…

Growing Pains

Growing is a painful yet remarkable experience.

Meet TREMG Writer Charlene: Vulnerable Without Question

I’m going to be vulnerable. It’s no longer a question this time, but a clear, definite statement. When you begin to lack inspiration, you can’t help but become vulnerable within your own writing, even when you don’t want to be. It becomes inevitable almost, your fingertips itching and seething to write what needs to be…

We Don’t Need You

One of the worst things a man can do is underestimate the capabilities of a woman. Some men despise a woman’s ability to call them out on their bullshit. They shrink like little boys at a rally because their ego can’t handle the truth. But in order not to let the truth be told, they…

I Don’t Believe in Love

The girl’s hands tightened as the question she pondered over was said. However, once the question left her mouth, a thickened silence had fallen over both her and the boy who stood in front of her. She knew this was going to happen. The girl had been in this situation many times before, and all…

Gravity

I keep writing bits and pieces, leave a story unfinished, unpolished by man, a woman at her best. I believe this to be a metaphor, and a good one at that. I’m being rewritten at the dome, reconstructed by the bell, become a narrative unfinished at the workings of God, polishing my beauty with grace.…

24 and Single With No Desire to Mingle

Unless you are a book boyfriend from any of the books I am reading, or Manny Montana or William Levy or Sebastian Stan or Jay Ellis or any of the hot men from HBO’s “Insecure,” please do not enter my vicinity. My department is closed, this mansion is unavailable. No, sir. No, thank you. Not…

Stash Invests Creates LGBTQ+ Content On Its App, Are We Too Take All These New Found Advocates Seriously

We caught a glipse of a story about how the pandemic had affected LGBTQ+ respondents more than those who are just straight. The article then goes on the restate the same issue, poor and at risk communities have suffered more than rich white suburbans communities. Isn’t that why the majority voted for a new Commander…

Situationship #2

I’ve been trying to write something that further defines the waves of the bay. But I’m unable to make it clever, to make it mean something to the desirable and the undesirable, and get an applause. I’m too honest for my own good… I’m sitting here in the room, in front of the water, watching…

I Did It Again

I did it again. One of the things I can’t seem to forgive myself for is how easy it is for men to fall romantically out of love for me. I use to believe that I was easy to love, harder to leave. But I was lied to. The truth is harder to hear. I…

The Child in Need

I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m crying. I’m restless. I’m breathing. I’m dying. I’m restless. Uncomfortable. I think being alone…this alone…forces me to grieve. It forces me to dive into darkness, confront the fears, the irrevocable silence. I’ve been staring at this white screen for hours, days, weeks…and I’ll begin to write something, type a letter,…

Meet TREMG Writer Charlene: “Can I Be Vulnerable to You?”

Can I be vulnerable to you? Do you know when you are beginning to lack inspiration, that suddenly you can’t help but become vulnerable within your own writing, even when you don’t want to be? It becomes inevitable almost, your fingers itching to write what needs to be written. Lately, if my readers haven’t noticed…

Missing You, Missing Us

Can we pretend for a second? Can we pretend the universe is mistaken? Can you look into my eyes and unmask the reasons for loving me? I miss your delicate whispers and compliments in my ears, the licks on my earlobes, the sighs of your love. I miss your subtle kisses through the screen, as…

A Little Letter to My Exes

Dear My Ex-Lovers, Don’t think it’s a privilege that I’ve written about you. Don’t think it’s an honor that your name casts behind the beauty of my work. You’re not allowed to take credit for my words. You’re not entitled to praise to others that you have inspired the pieces of art. Let’s not lie…

I’m Feeling The Burn(out)

I’ve been feeling in a funk lately. I’m not going to sit at my desk and lie to you that I have my life together and everything is going great. That’s not to say some things in my life recently have made me rethink that manifesting and writing my goals down does come true eventually.…

What Are You Willing to Do, My Love?

What are you willing to do? I am a kaleidoscope of colors, my love, an endless abyss of beauty that is overlooked by chips on my shoulder and open scars on my back. I am a body full of bleeding roses, thorns sharp for those who dare enter stoned gates and commit to the tide.…

Dear Mom, You Were Right

Dear Mom, I know as I’m writing this now it will be your birthday soon. Something you’ve been constantly saying for me not to forget so I don’t have plans for that night. I would never. Lately I’ve been doing this thing where I think or look back on certain times in my life. Some…

26 Lessons I’ve Learned In My Life (So Far)

I turned 26 on February 19th and although it hasn’t been long since experiencing this age, part of me is starting to understand both the gratification and scariness of getting older. It’s hard to believe I’m transitioning into my late twenties when it still feels like just yesterday I was starting high school or laughing…

Age Is Just A Number

I realize as I’m writing this that my birthday is in 3 days. In 3 days I’m going to be turning 26. A new age,a new year, another chance to experience whatever life has to throw an offer to me. If I’m being honest, I have some mixed thoughts on it. A part of me…

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