Chismes & Chill From A Bruja In Brooklyn. Diana Chin

      About My Book

      Hola! Thanks for taking the time to read my collection of poems. As a little girl, I've wrote poems when I had trouble communicating my thoughts and feelings in a verbal manner. Writing out my thoughts and translating those emotions helped me cope and process situations in a better manner.

      Chismes & Chill From A Bruja In Brooklyn is all about being an unapologetic witch; that one shouldn't be afraid to provide the lowdown on what's happening with your surroundings. In short, don't be afraid to call out what's wrong. We have a voice that shouldn't be silenced.

      The overall theme of my poem collection focuses on spirituality, relationships and mental health. Too often, we witness judgement in the spiritual communities while trying to cope with our own internal thoughts. As such, it can be difficult to channel out what we truly mean, without risking much on our identities. Just like my poems, they are a bit rough on the edges like the borough of Brooklyn. We can be harsh, but we have a lot of feeling when we want to express our minds. My hope is that I'll share this part of my journey with everyone. Additionally, I hope my poems will help you find the courage to speak up in the midst of injustice.

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       Besos,

       Diamond Moonflower

      01

      Too often,

      we cannot

      see the truth

      Because we are

      too blind to

      distinguish

      What is real

      and gritty from

      sugary lies

      02

      Poor in finances

      Rich in life

      Lemme tell you how

      I ended my strife.

      I got the means to

      Wish debt good night

      What’s done is done

      I sleep with no fight

      It’s been fun.

      03

      The thing about

      falling in love

      is not about

      staying within

      rose-colored

      glasses.

      It’s the feeling

      of pain and

      pleasure.

      04

      You kissed me

      with the feeling

      of joy and hunger.

      I felt your response

      knowing how much

      you needed

      My reassurance and

      my whole existence

      in this moment.

      05

      My tears are

      wet, thinking of

      a potential

      Loss. I succumbed

      to the unknown

      desolate fear.

      Then you showed

      up and wiped

      them away.

      06

      Hunger; I feel

      the pain in my

      stomach.

      Knots of anxiety

      and purging the

      unknown

      I am scared to

      be full from

      the taste of fear.

      07

      My fingers weaved

      a certain spell

      of anticipation

      As I ponder

      on grasping your

      undivided attention

      Even though

      you are sitting

      next to me.