Una letra a mi ser
2018
Stop-Motion Project
Reclamation
2018
Experimental Video/ Poem
My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul.
I will not give you a morsel of peace.
My temple manifests magic, the fire, the sun, the light.
My hands heal.
My voice translates.
My eyes seduce.
And from my tongue the light that makes up my being escapes.
Your nails your nails your nails tried to steal the cloth of my soul.
You tried to burn it.
Tear it apart.
Drown it.
Steal my skin so that you can wear it for yourself.
To show off what you have lost.
To show off the damage you've caused me.
To show off being a human being because you've forgotten.
But my cloth, my skin, was made by gods, stars, moons, and suns.
With each wound to my body my soul ignites.
Loose flames.
And one day I will turn your world into ashes.
For something better.
My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My body. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul. My soul.
La Obra de Manos
2018
A celebration for people of color. Appraisal for your diligence, and the history of your experiences.
Océano.
2018
Experimental Video
The body as the oceans within women.
El vientre como el hogar.
still, calm, erratic, uncontainable,
hermoso,
restrained,
y una fortaleza inexplicable.
