You walk through that door,
Like satan on fire...

Aruba is a
gentle woman...

This poem, was written
in my mother tongue...

One day, when your daughter
is 15. She is going to come home...

I want to be happy, joyful
peaceful. want to live a life...

Sometimes you're 21, and you can't remember
the last time your mother smacked anything against...

Some days it is not hard to understand why some...
drink too often. Why they can't wait to get home...

My family is full of wounds,
that fill me with words...

You angry girl, you sweet sweet girl with that...
you are not a waste and your existence is nothing...

Do you remember complete woman?
a poem about self love, pain and absence...

All the loneliness,
you'd often find yourself in...

You can hide behind excuses,
you can change your looks, your thoughts...