the voices of today’s youth will be unignorable

my body learned freedom before i learned the word. it learned it in my grandmother’s kitchen— turmeric staining fingertips gold, prayers counted on beads worn smooth by years of wanting, food made slowly, deliberately, as if nourishment itself were

A story exploring how freedom manifests in diverse ways while examining its potential to transform the world and embody its true essence.

My art piece is meant to describe the experience of someone like me, someone who is a second generation latino.

In a world that often depicts transition as a grotesque death of self, I want to depict transition as what it is- an act of freeing, beautiful creation.

This poem was about both my struggles with medical freedom, and my struggles of not being taken seriously in many aspects of my life.