Margarita Beatrice

Published in Age of Awareness

·Pinned

3 Things to Remember When the Going Gets Tough

As a student, I keep going with these reassurances in mind. — “Good morning, teacher!” This was the salutation we repeated each day, like clockwork. Get to your classroom, prepare your class materials, and greet the teacher before lessons begin. The very statement implies a positive start for the day ahead. Truth be told, however, some mornings weren’t as good as the…

Schools

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Three Things to Remember When the Going Gets Tough

Apr 8

Tilikum’s Stars

A poem for the pandemic — Every morning, every bleak evening, staring at the same soulless white walls languishing where there is neither toil nor rest, for this tiny prison takes little effort to cross every day and danger’s always lurking nearby. Where joy once lived remains only fear while anger festers where there was love …

Poetry

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Published in The Junction

·Apr 6

Consuelo’s Flower

A short story — Slowly. His frail faculties were failing him. Little by little, the details of his life escaped him–the names of his grandchildren, his old address, and how to hold a spoon. As his mind forgot, it was as if he traveled back in time–around 50 years or so. “Consuelo,” he said…

Dementia

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Mar 8

To Hospital Room 5863

A poem — bare hospital walls no flowers or letters allowed. stillness and remdesivir drips, drips, drips - you’re a survivor. i know you’re strong. you can beat the virus winding itself through your lungs. - we still have films to watch, songs to sing to, cities and museums to explore just come back. - i forgive you for everything. just walk out of that hospital room again i love you. My mother was 58 years old and my father was 63 years old when they both overcame Covid-19. I’ll be forever proud of them for fighting hard and recovering well, as well as thankful that they’re still here with me today.

Covid 19

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To Hospital Room 5863
A poem
Photo by Joseph Akbrud on Unsplashbare hospital walls
no flowers or letters allowed.
stillness and remdesivir
drips, drips, drips
-
you’re a survivor.
i know you’re strong. you can beat the
virus winding itself
through your lungs.
-
we still have films to
watch, songs to sing to, cities and
museums to explore
just come back.
-
i forgive you for
everything. just walk out of that
hospital room again
i love you.

My mother was 58 years old and my father was 63 years old when they both overcame Covid-19. I’ll be forever proud of them for fighting hard and recovering well, as well as thankful that they’re still here with me today.

Published in The Junction

·Mar 3

Realizing

A poem — I ran across the ramparts by the roiling river, Dashed through halls draped in the devil’s menacing darkness I tumbled past the threshold of the highest turret All the while searching for my wicked, heartless captor. Against the cruel, crumbling walls, I collapsed and crumpled. Ensnared by my hatred, drunk on…

Poetry

2 min read

Feb 27

Reclaiming Purple

A reflection — Purple. It tinged the deep night sky above me, the stars peeking from behind the clouds. It would have been a beautiful sight if it weren’t for the fact that my father was currently in an ambulance on the way to the nearest Covid-19 ward. I would have been able…

Bts

4 min read

Feb 23

A Letter to My Future Self

Are you happy? I hope you are happy and able to do the things you love. I hope you are surrounded by the people you care most about. I hope you are healthy and strong and your mind is at peace. On days you feel hopeless, remember that there are…

Letters

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Published in My Selection

·Jan 29

My Selection — Fake Love

A song about the dark and complex sides of love — For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt I wish love was perfect as love itself I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed…

Myselections

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Jan 13

Try to understand

Sexual harassment. This is my story. — TW: sexual harassment, inappropriate touching This pandemic has given me a lot of quiet time to pause and reflect on my experiences for the past few years. Normally, I wouldn’t share such bits and pieces of myself to the world for fear of widespread scrutiny. You see, I am deeply…

Sexual Harassment

5 min read

Dec 10, 2021

Because I Have You

A poem — In the midst of all this it is easy to lose sight of hope, To believe that no matter the efforts of all, The world will never recover. To spiral down into the depths of despair, To believe that humankind shall never rise again. But because I have you, I…

Pandemic

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