Archive for the ‘displacement’ Category

Words

December 13, 2017

Words

Words—I want them to mean something. I want the words, my words, to be heard and listened to. Words—they are such important words. I utter words of hope and longing and love lost and never found again. I utter words that I had trapped inside me. They had to come out; they had to be expressed. I don’t know what I would do without words, my words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Push

December 11, 2017

The Push

The man stood in his hospital gown. Is this the suitcase you wanted? She asked him. The stuff that you asked for is inside. No, he answered. I WANT THE BLACK ONE! The black one was too big for me to carry on the subway. I WANT THE BLACK ONE! Well, you can come to the apt. to get it anytime you want. I WANT IT NOW! I am sorry. Did you bring a coat? There is a coat in there, she told him. Look and you will see a coat. I don’t want that one, whatever it is. I WANT THE ONE YOU ARE WEARING. But it’s cold outside. His smile was grim before he answered her. Yes, and I am going to be outside to feel it. He walked towards her and started to unzipped her coat. No! No! She managed to say. His hands were hard; she fell on the ground. Help! Help! Someone opened the door of the hospital room. What happened? A couple of nurses helped her up. Security was called. They said she had been assaulted.

 

My Heart Speaks to You

November 24, 2017

My Heart Speaks to You

You don’t want to know, do you? You don’t want to realize that you should be doing something differently, something that will change your life and possibly mine? No. You would rather not recognize our bond. You don’t want to see it or acknowledge it. It would be hard for you to take, hard to deal with. You don’t want to do that. Your life as it is now hurts you, it hurts you deeply, but you keep doing what cannot make it better. You hurt yourself and you hurt me. Watching you suffer is one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Being impotent, helpless and not be able to make you see the light is something I wish I could avoid. You have been told many times, not only by me but by others: Stop! Do not go where the harm is. What makes you self destruct? What happened in your life beforeI met you that now all you do is forget to live?

 

 

Follow the Eyes

November 16, 2017

Follow the Eyes

The cat is inside the cage. Seated against the bars, he is holding tight to his body. The man walks by him. The cat’s eyes are wide; they look at the man. The eyes follow the man as he goes towards the kitchen. The man goes to his seat in the middle of the room. The cat keeps on holding tight. He looks down at his food and water bowls. The man glances at the cat. He shakes his head hard. Unreal He’s still here, he mutters.

 

Safe

November 4, 2017

Safe

I have not felt safe. I do not feel safe because I am not.  I don’t know what safety is anymore. The last time I felt safe was so many years ago; maybe it was when I was a child and didn’t know what was to come. A safe place to live; a place with no threats of eviction, with no threats of anything harmful to me—all this seems an unreachable and impossible dream. It is a far away event. I can’t even remember it anymore. I dread what will happen next.

 

 

The Curb

October 31, 2017

The Curb

She was near the curb; he was sitting next to her. He had a suitcase; she had a purse and a bag. It was dark—7 o’clock in the morning of a fall day. The milk crate hurt her back, but she had to sit somewhere. She had to do something to be there with him. People walked by. It was the early morning rush; they were the ones that arrived at work before the others had to. They walked fast and never glanced at the man and the woman. She shivered; he put he covered his head with a hoodie and looked at the sidewalk. How long will this morning last? It feels long, so long.

 

 

 

Eviction Ville

October 7, 2017

Eviction Ville

The threat—the threat is always there. No matter what I did or how I do it, it rises up like a deadly snake. I cannot stay in this or that place—I cannot stay there, wherever there is, for long. It is only for a short while, for a few weeks, a few months if I’m lucky. I have to go—it is ordered, it is forced upon me. I don’t want to but I have to. There isn’t any other way. There is only Eviction Ville.

 

 

Nasty Neighbor

October 5, 2017

Nasty

There was a knock on the door, a heavy knock. The woman opened the door. She saw a bleached blonde standing before her. Oh, yes, the neighbor from the second floor, she thought. The blonde’s face was angry; her wrinkles were prominent. Do you know that your cat meows during the night? Is he feral? Feral? Of course, he isn’t feral. He’s a stray I am fostering. You’re not fostering him. He hasn’t even seen a vet. Yes, he has seen a vet, the woman behind the door said. Then why is he meowing. That’s what cats do. You bitch! I am going to call the ASPCA. I’m going to have you kicked out. Don’t call the ASPCA. On second thought call them. I’m helping the cat. The woman on the inside of the door shrugged her shoulders. Enough! I am tired of these people. If it’s not one, it’s another. Unsafe—now I feel more unsafe about housing than ever. It’s like I can never be home. I can never have my little sure thing space somewhere, anywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Go

September 30, 2017

You go. You come. You fight. You argue and I don’t know why. You say you care. You say you don’t want to be emotionally close. Only the people you lost mean anything to you. Those people are gone but you don’t care. You love them. I don’t fit in anywhere. I care but you pull away. Will this be it, the end for what I feel? My heart hurts; it truly misses you. It is baffled and confused. Is caring for you a crime according to you?

The Empty Cup

September 27, 2017

The Empty Cup

She put the plastic cup next to her on the sidewalk. It was a busy time of the afternoon. People of all ages walked by—kids with their parents, tourists with cameras hanging from their necks, well-dressed women wearing high end jewelry, good-looking men carrying briefcases. Not a cent, not one penny. What am I doing here? Why am I here? I don’t want to. I want to be someplace where doing this won’t be necessary.