Maria

Liberal Arts Blog — Thursday is the Joy of Music Day Today’s Topic: West Side Story Re-visited (Part I): “Maria,” the Devil’s Tone, an Historical Obsession After re-watching both the 1961 and the 2021 versions of West Side Story, I decided that I had no choice — I had to…

Maria lived with her mother in a small apartment in NYC. She was an average woman. She worked as a secretary at a large company and her life was pretty mundane. One morning, Maria saw a new hat shop that opened down the street. In a spur of curiosity, she…

Let me speak up I have been quiet for a long time Let me free myself Let me speak Give me my right to speak It doesn’t matter if what I say is right or wrong but let me say what I believe is right I beg you to let me speak my truth I have been quiet for a long time

I thought this life would encourage me to be a better person But I guess every time I try to be happy This life throws shit on me And I keep failing I keep hating myself I keep killing myself Nothing is making me happy Nothing is making me laugh Except him From depression episodes To hypomania episodes I keep failing I keep losing my faith Tell me would you play with my hair? Would you hold my hands? After I keep failing? Would you have faith in me? After seeing me losing my faith? Would you? Would you? Would you choose me? Would you stay with me?

Green grass, sunflower, you Sunlight, winds, and you Holding hands Flying bird Kisses from you Laughing together A small lake under the sky Eyes connection during a summer evening And We keep falling in love

Look at me now I started writing love poems Look at me now I daydream about us with open eyes Look what you have done to me man You made me fall in love madly Like a crazy bitch You’re my safe place baby You’re the only one I trust to go to the beach with with you, I know what heaven feels like You taught me that we can protect each other I know you’re the only person who can protect me from everything

My mom said “many girls went through the sexual abuse you should just move on with your life” But who’s going to protect these girls? If we choose silence? Who’s gonna defend us if we choose silence? But mother I’ve been quiet for almost 15 years And its time to…

It was supposed to teach me a lesson But each time life threw me into hell I have learned to free myself from the pain By painting my pain out, by bleeding my blood out Yes it taught me a lesson It was to be in touch with my feelings It was to free myself from the wounds It was to forgive myself It was to trust my guts Now I’m free A wild woman A free woman