Author: Isabel Cruz

“THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS”: A RESPONSE TO BEING ACCEPTING TOWARDS SEXIST BEHAVIOR

“That’s just the way it is,” was what my mother had told me when I complained to her about how hard it is to be a working woman, how differently you were treated because of your gender. “That’s just the way it is,” was what she said again when my brother asked why it was easier for men in a working environment.  Now I know my mother meant no harm at all, but it was disheartening to hear her say so...

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A STRONG WOMAN?

When I was younger, my idea of a “strong woman” meant a lady who could kick-ass. Literally. I had a very specific mental image: a girl clad in black ripped jeans, black leather jacket, mouth smeared with vibrant red lipstick and killer high heels adorning her feet. She would walk through hallways with a charm and ferocity that would make every guy in the vicinity quake with fear. And to whichever ...

HOME

All my life I’ve made homes out of people. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean I’ve only ever lived in others. I know how to exist within myself too; I’m familiar with my foundations, I always open my windows to let the sunlight in (although when it rains, I’m wise enough to close them and to bury myself in bed). I know when to water my garden, when to pull out the weeds. I know when to sit in s...

REGRET

like cigarette smoke; poison sliding through my lips and coating my lungs.   chains wrapped around my wrists, shackling me to you.   you did not care about me, you did not care about me, you did not care about me.   you have used me; manipulated my feelings and used it to heal your own damaged soul at my expense,   you never cared about me, all you wanted was the attention that...

TO ALL THE ONES WE LOVED AND LOST

there is loneliness, and there is heartbreak – in between that, there is loss.   i don’t know what it means to be bereaved, i don’t know what it is like to feel death. but i do know this – i know what it feels like to watch a loved one slip past your fingers (helplessly) i know what it feels like to try and try and try again but silence is the only word from the other ...

YOU CAN STILL SING AND DANCE IN THE RAIN

There was a time last year when a friend of mine had decided to dance in the rain. It was just after class, late into the evening. It had been raining really heavily then, and most of my classmates were either complaining about getting wet or whining about how much more expensive the cab fares were. My girls and I didn’t really care – rain meant more long bus rides. And so there we were, exiting t...

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