Inspired
by a Prompt from Lenguas Locxs Writing Collective
In my old life I was,
A law abiding citizen.
Pushed to marry a love of my life
On government terms.
In my new life I am,
A belittled defendant
Judged for accurate actions.
Illegible for financial assistance
In response to following marital protocol
With an undocumented partner.
In my old life I was,
A bill paying, hard-working employee
On the constant grind for proficiency.
In my new life I am,
An unemployed, rent be late,
Payment notices busting out the mailbox.
Struggling to keep a daily schedule,
Unproductive couch potato.
In my old life I was,
A paint for pleasure,
Write por que de da las ganas creative.
Often inspired by mi gente, for mi gente.
In my new life I am,
A paint for profit sell-out,
Write to process my anxiety, heap of a mess.
Selling art and pages to mi gente,
Cause it’s my only way.
In my old life I was,
An overthinking about the career switch,
Green to the field counselor,
Shamed with imposter syndrome.
In my new life I am,
A better skilled in anxiety reduction,
Giving helpful talks on community platforms,
Self-improved mental health worker.
In my old life I was,
The continuous giver.
Of love, financial support, and efforts of service,
To any person wanting or needing assistance.
In my new life I am,
The humbled receiver.
Work in progress on all fronts,
In asking for help when I need it.
Allowing others to help me without restrictions.
Sueitko Zamorano-Chavez
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