http://slow.writerscafe.org/cheyanna The original writings of author Cheyanna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024806 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 inspired by Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/2092485/ a year after my mother passed from cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/2065609/ Why I cry at orchestrasIs not only because Of the musicIt is the thoughtOf someone lovingTheir instrumentIt is thinking ofThe first timeThat they playedIt is them at Their first performanceProud and brightIt is theirHard work and dedicationTo master their actIt is the audtionThey had to at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1983474/ its been two weeks since you left mei wish i would have told youevery time that you made me proudor how your eyes are more beautifulthan any ocean on this planetor how you are my best friendmy number one supporter in lifejust one more timei wish that i could see you againto hear your voicei pic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1969313/ My mother's battle with cancer will never end. Doctors have given us an estimate of one more year of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1954580/ My cultureIs not to your advantageHow dare they embraceCinco De MayoWhen they voted for Donald TrumpHow dare they enjoy ourMexican foodWhen you are trying to make us leaveHow dare you use usAs your workers, your nanniesBut yet still treat us as if we are not humanI am tired of my cultureBeing ripped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1916420/ Based off of 13 Reasons Why on Netlix http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1912681/ Horse teeth,I'm sorry that I was taught to hate youThat I hid you when I smiledI'm sorry I tried to shave you downAs if you weren't the shape you were supposed to beI'm sorry that I criticize youEvery time I look into a mirrorHorse teeth,I never should have been ashamed In the first placeYou ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1909671/ to live in a small townis to want to leaveas soon as you can get out of your houseit is the longing of the citywhere life is always busyand people are everywhereit is to realizethey dont see the stars that you are so used to gazing atit is to seeyou're no longer the only one out at 1 amwhen you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1908044/ I saw a local ad today, It readWedding dress for saleNever wornI could envision the beginningThe flirtationThe happinessI could see the datesThe romance The uncertainty of the futureI could imagine the proposalAsking for the fathers permissionHeart in his handI could foresee her emotionFilled with l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1908038/ I am tired of the sugar-coating of the world'I have never hated someone'CongratulationsYou haven't felt hate'My heart isn't capable of hate'CongratulationsYou haven't felt hate'I try to find the good in everyone'Congratulations You haven't felt hate'Hate is a strong word'I knowI have felt itI u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1905180/ I am Mexican AmericanBut somehow, I feel that I don't belong to eitherMy light complexionMy "white" sounding voiceMy music choicesMy lack of spanish fluencyTo others, I am not MexicanMy non-white skinMy slight accentMy embracement of my cultureMy dark hair and eyesTo others, I am not whiteI am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1901272/ What is it like to be a "rainbow baby"? What is it like to be the child after a stillborn?It is the constant questioning on if you should have been the one to live It is the contemplation of what life could have been like with them as your siblingI needed herI needed someone to look up to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1899584/ dear twelve year old mesuicide is not the answerdear twelve year old methe things that they are saying dont matter anymoreyou are not worthlessdear twelve year old methe ones who bullied you arent in your classes anymoreyoure going to love highschoolyoure going to go to junior prom and senior ballyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheyanna/1899295/