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  • I Am Enough

    We are in the age of beauty enhancements and beauty filters. Everyone telling you how much you need to change this and change that. What if you say no to all of this? How about being totally fine with who you are and how you look?

  • Embracing You

    This is dedicated to anyone who is highly sensitive, sensitive, empathic and has a unique personal story. Embrace it all.

  • I Dance with Darkness

    A conversation with a friend inspired me to write this poem. All humans have a dark side to them. What if we invite it and make friends with it?

  • Almond Glisten

    I wrote this piece back in 2007. I was fascinated by how some cultures and societies obsess over skin tone and its meaning. I wrote this about myself as I reflected upon my own experience aesthetically living in this world with my hue.

  • Pointing Fingers

    A pandemic brings out many things in this world. This is one of the recurrent “themes” I see and have been experiencing. I share my thoughts on it all, from a humanistic worldwide viewpoint.

  • Thank You For Following Me

    Greetings everyone. Thank you for following my blog. Please feel free to write comments on my pieces.

  • A Decade

    I am reposting this so that all my readers can see this. Time does fly by and changes happen. Thinking of them within the time frame of decades is powerful.

  • Kissing Ink

    I am posting this again. I wrote this piece back in 2006 after I got my first tattoo ever. I truly love the art and storytelling that can go into having a meaningful tattoo.

  • Grace Amongst Greenery

    Swathed in greenery, Surrounding my body, My heart calms. My mind eases into reverence. Peace is still. I am so humbled by nature’s beauty. It bestows a glow, upon my humanity. I am refreshed. I am reenergized. I am reignited. I have respect For you, Forever, For always. –by Maria Mocha © 2020

  • Handsome Man

    Inside your striking, lovely exterior, I want to know what your mentality is. How do you function as a human? Does your soul contain the sludge of misogyny, hatred and sexism? Your hands are soft and smooth, but will they hit if you are angry? Does your brain control them to know their proper position…