It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

The Human Race.

I am but a human

Living in my humanness

Worried about my gas, my rent and cigarettes.

I am only a human

Living in my human ways

Working 9-5 day after day with no significant change.

I am a simple human

Living amongst the human race

Worried about my weight and the wrinkles on my face.

I am only a human

Existing through my human phase

Who only worries about tomorrow and can’t wait to finish the day.

I am but a mere human who awakens by the buzzing of my alarm clock

Late to work again

Rushing past the strangers on the sidewalk.

I am only a human that throws wrappers out of my window to keep my car clean.

A human who is enslaved to always wanting, always needing and can’t find relief.

A human who’s always reaching, always thinking but cannot simply be.

Just a human with suppressed pain and suffering that cannot be released.

I am but a mere human trapped in my humaneness, yearning for success.

Concerned with what lies ahead but not with the present.

I am only a human who answers when my cell phone rings.

An ordinary human who wishes for the finer things.

Another human, who can’t spare change for the beggar on the street

because my money belongs to me.

A mere human that never has enough time, love or money.

Glued to a laptop and television screen.

I am but a mere human, saving up for plastic surgery.

Just a human with a wine bottle that’s half empty.

Unhappy and unhealthy.

I look into the mirror and a human is what I see.

& I guess I’m doing just fine, although my soul is on its knees.

But I’m just a mere human so I’ll keep living in my human ways, existing in my human phase.

I’m sure this is what God intended when he created the human race.

– Erika Fuego

I am Enough.

Can you love me?

Can you make me feel beautiful?

Can you hold me?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?

I want to fall in love.

I want to love & be loved.

blah, blah, blah…

Screw that.

These Inner Voices of Mine

Inner voices tell me to live in fear

To cover my body

That I should do a boob job

I’ll never be thin enough

I’ll never be pretty enough

Razor blade

Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.

You have to let go because holding on is too painful.

Or being forced to live makes you resentful.

This world is interrupting my peace.

Domestic Violence

Eyes watering, wobbly knees, heart racing, grinding teeth.

Listening to the shrieks in your scream.

Drops of fear glistening down my cheeks.

Rushing to the phone but you’d yell not to call the police.

Resuscitation: Part I & II

Resuscitation: 

Dormant inside

Patiently waiting

Subconsciously hoping

For this far-fetched love to come sweep me off my feet

The Broken Girl

The Broken Girl

She felt an emptiness. A Brokenness. A feeling of incompleteness. She always did. Ever since she was a little girl she felt trapped. She saw the world & it seemed so vast, so cold that she wanted nothing more than to not be a part of it. Even at such a young age she understood that there was so much more to life than this.

Who You Are: A Message To All Women