Tag: #latina

• Survival

  A plate filled with rice and beans satiated my hunger almost every day without fail. I depended on those rice and beans. Thick gravy drowns the rice, spoonfuls by the minute. Even on our brokest years, we could always rely on a pot of arroz y habichuelas. Sometimes accompanied with a fried egg or plantains…

  ohh_kei

  February 16, 2016

  Uncategorized

  #latina, #latinoliterature, #poem, #poetry, #reflection

• Airports.

  They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, but what if what you have isn’t really gone? What if it’s just not so readily available? I remember when my brother moved to California this summer. He always said it was going to happen and I didn’t believe him. Maybe, it was that…

  ohh_kei

  December 1, 2014

  fiction

  #aspiringwriter, #fiction, #immigration, #latina, #latinawriter, #latinoliterature, #memoir, #narrative, #puertorican