I cut so many snowflakes into paper.
I think it’s because they’re so short-lived and fragile.
Upon touching my fingers they melt,
Much like scenarios all around me.
The people in my life melt too–
My father, my friends, my ex lover.
It’s because my blood is on fire and I live…
Down South in the Florida pollution.
No snowflakes fall on my porch.
So I make them come to life.
They’re born from old scissors
And copy paper influencing young minds.
I make them when things get pale.
I make them when I cough uncontrollably.
They melt when my dad is in jail,
When his dreams melt away.
This is reality and snowflakes don’t fall in Florida no matter how many times the water heater breaks.
Many things have inspired me along the way, from the way that atoms interact to universal forces working in tandem to bring joy into my life.
I arrived from Cuba at the young age of 6 years old, became a big sister to an exceptional little boy at the age of 13, went off to college as a first-generation college student, earned a Bachelor's degree in Biological Chemistry from Grinnell College. After graduating, I became a high school science teacher with Teach for America and taught for 5 years. While teaching, I earned a Master's of Science in Education and Social Change from the University of Miami and then studied at Florida Institute of Technology and became a Board Certified Behavior Analyst (BCBA). Currently I am loving my life as a BCBA where every day I learn new skills applicable in my practice and in my life.
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