Saturday, November 14, 2015

Cuantos Mas? #PrayForHumanity

Image via Fionna Writes
Cuantas muertes mas tienen que pasar a causa del Odio? Este año ha estado lleno de odio y de personas que se ofenden por nada. No saben coexistir ni respetar: no hay tolerancia hacia los individuos sin importar su idiologia y/o creencia religiosa.
Por ejemplo, si tanto usted como yo creemos en Dios, esto no indica que vamos a juzgar (y hasta matar) a todos los que no creen en El, en otra o ninguna creencia. A cada quien que crea lo que quiera, pero que respeten, y den paz y amor en vez de odio y muertes.
En cuanto a los que llaman "lambones" a quienes estan utilizando la bandera de ‪#‎Francia‬ en sus perfiles, por que en vez de estar criticando, no optan mejor por transformar esa critica en algo constructivo: educar a los que SI estan subiendo esta imagen por "moda," y a los que no saben u obvian el hecho de que estas situaciones pasan a diario en diferentes partes del mundo.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Middlesex Community College: Class of 2015




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Good morning President Mabry; distinguished guests, faculty and staff; proud families, friends and fellow graduates.

First, I would like to thank God for giving me this opportunity to share part of my journey with you. I would also like to thank my children Michael and Amber Sophia who are my every-day inspiration. They inspire me to work hard, move forward, and to never give up hope. And of course, thank you to my mother and father, Gloria and Luis Manuel who have encouraged me from the Dominican Republic. I must mention that right now my Dad is in complete shock to see me on stage, as my mom and I neglected to tell him I would be speaking today.

Just like a caterpillar, I have struggled with some transitions in my life. I’d like to start by telling you about one decision that changed my path and is the reason why I’m standing here before you... feeling... like a butterfly.

In 2011, after learning that I was having my second child as a single parent, my father gave me a piece of advice that I would never forget: he said, “ Don’t worry, take your son Michael, leave everything behind, move to the United States and start from zero.” He purchased a one way ticket for me and my son from Puerto Plata in the Dominican Republic, to Boston. For a few weeks, I lived with my sister Evelyn in Revere, but due to some family and financial issues, I was not able to stay with her. That’s when the superintendent of her apartment building recommended I go to the Department of Transitional Assistance in order to get support. This same building manager allowed me to stay in one of the empty apartments while waiting for the date when I could move into a shelter. That summer I spent 2 weeks sleeping on the floor with only a blanket for me and my son. During the day we would eat at a local park where a public school provided free lunch for expectant mothers and children.

Once we moved to a temporary shelter in Waltham, I began to worry about my son’s education, particularly his inability to communicate in English. Many single mothers who lived in the shelter were in the same situation. In a short period of time using my basic English skills, I became their voice. I would ride the bus with them to point out the supermarket, the hospital, and other community offices. As time progressed, I also volunteered as an interpreter at a child care center which came to the shelter two days a week to educate the children. Thanks to their support, my son started to communicate using English.

After 11 months living in the shelter with over 90 other families, I moved to Lawrence, under a program called HomeBASE. This move helped me begin my transition from a dependent to an independent life. Once there, I went to Greater Lawrence Community Action Council to seek advice on where I could pursue a higher education, as well as refine my English skills. A former Middlesex Community College student who worked there highly recommended I attend MCC. She also told me that I should take “bus #41,” –which I have been riding since the fall of 2012.

From my very first semester, I fell In Love with Middlesex. I have received incredible support from faculty and staff. For instance, my English professor   recommended I became a writing tutor and that's how my co-curricular involvement started. I discovered I have a passion for helping students not only with their assignments but with their entire college experience. That same year, I earned a 3.7 grade point average and became a member of Phi Theta Kappa.

In 2014, I came out of my “cocoon" and began to develop my leadership skills. I enjoyed taking on the role of senior orientation leader. I became the president of Phi Theta Kappa and I was also fortunate to be chosen as an ambassador for the Commonwealth Honors Program. In addition, I was elected co-chair of the Women’s Leadership Network and was selected as one of 14 fellows chosen to join the Paul Sullivan Leadership Institute. Because of these extraordinary opportunities, I have learned to be more responsible, dedicated and committed as a student as well as a mother!

Despite my ongoing housing and financial struggles, I am so grateful to have been blessed by MCC. In March, I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Maine to attend a 3 day MCC Diversity Summit committed to cultivating a campus climate that promotes equality. This spring I was selected by MCC’s Global Education program as one of the eleven students who will travel to Costa Rica this summer studying their rich culture, history and the environment while participating in a service learning experience. What Is There Not to Love about Middlesex Community College!!

I am so thankful to have met great mentors who have been motivating me to continue pursuing my dreams. I’m sure so many of you have met faculty or staff who have guided you as well. Among these mentors, Mary Jo Griffin has been my role model. Because of her dedication to students and the community alike, I can picture myself reaching my goal of building a homeless shelter for single moms where they not only find a home, but also the opportunity to become extraordinary leaders. My hope is that they have the same opportunities as I have to attend this amazing college in order to reach their full potential.

My fellow classmates please remember -- just when the caterpillar thought its world was over, it transformed into a beautiful, powerful and resilient butterfly.

 Remember with any deserving transformation comes new work, new challenges and new problems to be solved. Much like the butterfly, as we transition today, go out into the world as a proud graduate. Yet, never forget where you came from, give thanks to those who supported you and show the world - who you truly are! Best wishes for a life fulfilled!

Congratulations to the class of 2015, may God bless you all! 


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®Harkins Photography®Harkins Photography


Buen día Presidente Mabry; distinguidos invitados, facultad y personal; familias orgullosas, amigos y compañeros graduandos.

Primero, me gustaría agradecer a Dios por darme esta oportunidad de compartir parte de mi jornada con ustedes. Yo también quisiera agradecerles a mis hijos, Michael y Amber Sophia, quienes son mi inspiración de cada-día.  Ellos me inspiran a trabajar duro, seguir adelante, y nunca perder la esperanza. Y claro, gracias a mi madre y mi padre, Gloria y Luis Manuel, quienes me han apoyado desde la Republica Dominicana. Debo mencionar que ahora mismo mi papa está en completo shock al verme en el escenario, ya que mi madre y yo planeamos no decirle que yo estaría hablando hoy.

...Justo como una oruga, he luchado con algunas transiciones en mi vida. Me gustaría empezar por contarles acerca de una decisión que cambio mi camino y es la razón por la que yo estoy parada aquí ante ustedes…sintiéndome…como una mariposa.

En el 2011, después de saber que iba a tener mi segunda criatura como madre soltera, mi padre me dio un consejo que nunca podría olvidar: Él dijo, “No te preocupes, toma a tu hijo Michael, deja todo atrás, múdate a los Estados Unidos y empieza desde cero.” El me compro un pasaje de una ida para mí y mi hijo, desde Puerto Plata en la Rep. Dom., hasta Boston. Por unas cuantas semanas, viví con mi hermana Evelyn en Revere, pero debido a unas situaciones familiares y económicas, no pude quedarme con ella. Eso fue cuando la superintendente del edificio en donde estaba su apartamento, me recomendó ir al Departamento de Asistencia Transicional para buscar suporte. Esta misma manager del edificio me permitió quedarme en uno de los apartamentos vacíos mientras esperaba por el día en el cual yo podía moverme a un refugio. Ese verano, dure dos semanas durmiendo en el piso con tan solo una cobija para mi hijo y yo. Durante el dia, nosotros comíamos en un parque local donde una escuela pública proveía comida gratis para mujeres embarazadas y niños.

Una vez nos mudamos a un refugio temporario en Waltham, empecé a preocuparme por la educación de mi hijo, particularmente por su inhabilidad de comunicarse en inglés. Muchas madres solteras quienes vivían en el refugio, estaban en la misma situación. En un corto periodo de tiempo, usando ingles básico, me convertí en sus voces. Yo tomaba el autobús con ellas para enseñarles el supermercado, el hospital, y otras oficinas de la comunidad. Cuando el tiempo progresó, también fui voluntaria como intérprete de un centro de cuido de niños que iba al refugio dos veces a la semana para educar a los niños. Gracias a su ayuda, mi hijo empezó a comunicarse usando el lenguaje ingles.

Después de 11 meses viviendo en el refugio con unas 90 otras familias, me mudé a Lawrence, debajo de un programa llamado HomeBase. Este paso me ayudó a empezar mi transición de una vida dependiente a una independiente. Una vez allí, fui a GLCAC para buscar ayuda sobre en donde podría perseguir una alta educación, así como refinar mis habilidades en ingles. Una exalumna de Middlesex Community College, quien trabajaba allí, con seguridad me recomendó a MCC. Ella también me dijo que yo debía tomar el “autobús #41,” –el que he estado tomando desde el otoño del 2012.

Desde mi mismo primer semestre, caí Enamorada de Middlesex. Yo he recibido increíble ayuda de la facultad y el personal. Por ejemplo, mi profesora de inglés me recomendó convertirme en tutora de escritura, y así fue como comenzó mi desenvolvimiento extracurricular. Descubri que tengo una pasión por ayudar a los estudiantes, no solo con sus asignaciones, sino con su entera experiencia en el universidad. Ese mismo año, me gane un 3.7 de Promedio General de Calificaciones y me convertí en un miembro de Phi Theta Kappa (sociedad de honores).

En el 2014, salí de mi “capullo” y empecé a desarrollar mis habilidades de liderazgo. Disfruté tomando mi labor de Líder Orientadora Superior. Me convertí en la presidente de PTK y también fui afortunada de ser seleccionada como una embajadora del Commonwealth Honors Program. En adición, fui elegida copresidente de la Red de Mujeres Lideres (WLN), y fui seleccionada como una de los 14 estudiantes compañeros para ser parte del Instituto de Liderazgo Paul Sullivan. Debido a estas extraordinarias oportunidades, he aprendido a ser más responsable, dedicada y entregada como estudiante y ¡también como madre!

A pesar de mi continua lucha de vivienda y financiera, estoy muy agradecida de haber tenido la bendición de MCC. En marzo, tuve la increíble oportunidad de viajar a Maine para atender una cumbre por tres días, dedicada al cultivo de un clima que promocione la igualdad. Esta primavera, tambien fui seleccionada por  el programa de Educación Global de MCC, como una de los 11 estudiantes que viajaremos a Costa Rica este verano, para estudiar su rica cultura, historia, y el medio ambiente, mientras participaremos en la educacional experiencia del servicio. Como No amar todo acerca de MCC!!

Estoy muy agradecida de haber conocido grandiosos mentores quienes me han estado motivando para que continúe persiguiendo mis sueños. Estoy segura que muchos de ustedes han conocido facultades y personal quienes los han guiado por igual. Entre estos mentores, Mary-Jo Griffin ha sido mi modelo a seguir. Debido a su dedicación a los estudiantes así como a la comunidad, puedo visualizarme alcanzando mi meta de construir un refugio para madres sin techo, en donde no solo encuentren un hogar, sino también la oportunidad de convertirse en líderes extraordinarias. Mi esperanza es que ellas tengan las mismas oportunidades que yo tuve al atender esta sorprendente universidad para que así alcancen su máximo potencial.

Mis compañeros condiscípulos por favor recuerden –justo cuando la oruga pensó que su mundo se había terminado, se transformó en una hermosa, poderosa y resistente mariposa.

Recuerden que con cada transformación meritoria viene nuevo trabajo, nuevos desafíos y nuevos problemas por resolver. Muy parecido a la mariposa, así como nos convertimos hoy, vayan al mundo como graduados orgullosos. Pero, nunca olviden de donde vienen, dar las gracias a esos que los ayudaron, y muéstrenle al mundo – ¡quienes son ustedes realmente! ¡Los mejores deseos para una vida satisfactoria!


Felicidades a la clase del 2015, ¡Que Dios los bendiga a todos!

Ya no es lo Mismo

Art by David Taylor 

Que da lo mismo; ya no entristece
Poner a un lado lo que ella carece.
Ya no por ella sino por los sueños.
…Porque ya no es lo mismo;
Todo es por ellos.

Una sombra que abarca su sombra,
Y el corazón que ya no la asombra.
En su mirada se pierde el silencio.
…Porque ya no es lo mismo;
Todo es de ellos.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

¿Cómo Traer a Alguien a Tu Vida Cuando Las “Cosas” Están Apretadas?

   
     Es inevitable. Ciertas lágrimas simplemente no pueden esperar para simular acariciar tus mejillas. No toman un “no” por respuesta; sencillamente lo hacen. Al hacerlo, activan una bomba de tiempo, en el cual le van dando luz verde al rio que llevas dentro. Una pesando más que la otra; deslizándose por las palmas de tus manos, y que a la misma vez, tratan de confortar y soslayar el llanto. Por otro lado, esa voz interior se va riendo mientras pregunta, “¿Por qué estas llorando por algo que en realidad no tiene sentido?”  Y lo sabes bien; tiene la razón absoluta. Nada es eterno en esta vida; todo pasa, todo cambia. Esta etapa –al igual que las anteriores- pronto se echaran a un lado; pronto veras la luz, y esta vez, llorarás de alegrías. Mientras tanto y sin embargo, ¿cómo puedes traer a alguien a tu vida cuando estás pasando por ciertas dificultades? ¿Cómo hacer para esa persona no se sienta que en vez de su cariño y apoyo, necesitas de su mano ayuda? Es cuando te ves rodeada de los muros que tú misma has construido, como escudo protector –y que aun sabiendo que estas cometiendo ese gravísimo error, no es tan fácil lidiar con tu peor enemigo: tus miedos; tu debilidad.

     Tenía un tiempo sin publicar mis sentimientos y experiencias. Oprimiendo cualquier clase de dolor y enojo. Maquillándome para ocultar lo que mis ojos nunca han sabido disimular, ya que aun así, “El show debe continuar.” La soltería puede que sea buen; pero, ciertas veces te pega con tal presión que te noquea. Sí, es cierto; ser madre soltera y proveerle a tus crías lo que sus padres no han sabido cómo, te da cierto poder…así como una súper mujer; una heroína. Sin dejar a Dios a un lado (porque sabes que de Él provienen tus fuerzas), te dedicas a darle la educación y valores que te dieron tus padres, haces todo lo que está en tu poder –y un poco más, para que tus angelitos tengan lo que necesitan –aun sabiendo todo lo que merecen. Aun así, sabes que no ha sido fácil; no es fácil. 

     Levantarte, caerte y volver a levantarte; trasnocharte estudiando; atenta a si un compañero de tu trabajo no puede asistir a tal, para tu cubrir esas horas –ya que sabes que necesitas el dinero; necesitas más horas. La renta, alimentos, energía, cable, teléfono, útiles escolares, deberes del hogar, salud e higiene; y ese sin número de pendientes que no perdonan a nadie. Y qué decir de esos antojos que tienes mucho que no saboreas, ya que eso no es prioridad. Ese momento en que lloras porque sabes que te robaste dos horas de tu mismo día libre, simplemente para hacer nada; solo respirar…meditar. Tomas una pausa para reclamarte a ti misma que no quieres seguir sobreviviendo, sino viviendo. Luego, tomas otra pausa para preguntarte cómo es posible que Fulana, sin tener más nada que un símbolo de dinero rápido tatuado en su cerebro, tenga esos “novios” que básicamente se hacen los tontos, pero aun así le proveen; tal y como esos caballeros de las historietas que te contaban antes de dormir. Allí es cuando no te has dado cuenta de que te ves pensando en cómo serias si te pusieras en esos zapatos de tacones rojos que nunca has calzado. La realidad es otra; esa no eres tú; nunca lo serás. 

     No naciste para estar oculta bajo la sombra de aquel que piense que por un simple dinero que pueda regalarte o proveerte, pueda estar encima de ti bajo constante acoso. No eres esa que tiene que entregar su cuerpo a las manos de un cirujano con el simple propósito de sacarle beneficios al mismo envés de elevar tu autoestima (con esa de las tantas maneras de hacerlo). Definitivamente, no eres de las que vas a pedir dinero bajo un mensaje oculto; aunque, si ese enamorado te pregunta como estas, tú en un abrir y cerrar de ojos explotes ya que él te parece de humilde y noble corazón para darte las palabras de aliento que necesitas. Tan simple como sumar uno más uno: esa, que se compra un mundo y se hace de la vista gorda con su familia/hijos/amistades, esa…no eres tú. 

     A estas horas, tus lágrimas han cesado. Tus plegarias fueron respondidas; y tu vida regreso a ser la misma. ¿Soltera y bajo muchas responsabilidades? Es cierto. Pero, más cierto es que Dios nunca te dará pruebas que Él sepa que no podrás aguantar, ni mucho menos un hombre que no entienda ese peculiar lenguaje de tus miradas. 


☻/ L♥ve and ✗O✗O
/▌ From
/ \ PЯiמcєss Đi

Friday, March 21, 2014

¡A la M con Ellos!


Dolor de cuello;
Días sin sueño.
Mordiendo mis uñas,
Rascándome el pelo.

Frio en las calles;
Rudeza en los aires.
Persiguiendo mis metas,
Aumentando mis pruebas.

En una esquina: El ilusionista.
En la otra: El maquillista.
Por un tercer lado: El masoquista.
¿Y en aquel otro? Hmm...Él se hace el loco.

No más palabras; solo acciones.
No más espejos;  solo empeño.
Basta de sufrir; ¿por qué sigues aquí?
Basta de locuras; me harás perder la cordura…

…Suspiro

…Aguardo

…Respiro

¡Ya! ¡No aguanto!

¡A la M con ellos!

Que mejor me quedo jamona;
Qué más da si me llaman odiosa.
Cuando en mi lengua no existan más rosas;
Cuando a mi oscura musa le dé pa’ otras cosas.
Y en vez de ateniense me torne espartana
Y los aplaste a todos como a una vil cucaracha.



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/▌ From
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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

I Only Know Que Yo Ne Sais Quoi

He has that je ne sais quoi que me pone como yo no sé qué y me altera el I don't know what...

Mirada que magnetiza,
Acento que me excita,
Y besos que me erizan. 


Olor que aprisiona,
Lengua que me desacata,
Y manos que me arrebatan.

Ese yo no se que that is making me je ne sais quoi every time that he I don’t know what.




☻/ L♥ve and ✗O✗O
/▌ From
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

San Valentin: La Historia Sin Fin

Y si te veo y/o si me miras,
Y si a mis ojos los hipnotizas.
Yo no lo sé, y tú ni lo asimilas,
Y que hasta mi ego tú lo repisas.

Y hasta se doblan mis rodillas,
Y cómo es posible tanta ironía.
Yo que guardé aquella chiquilla,
Y hoy quedó grande mi cobardía.

Mis labios te sonrieron insospechados,
Y que luego de tan esperado abrazo
Anhelé escucharte decirme “Salgamos,”
Aunque te diga, “Después; yo te llamo.”

Hoy, luego de verte pasar por mi lado,
Sentí una grata corriente por mi costado
Que me decía “¡Diana! Mija’ dile algo,”
Pero enmudecí, esperando un milagro,

Pero cuán impactante fue el escucharte
Pedirle a esa niña que te acompañase,
Qué má’ da si otra vez quedo sin San Valentín
Bienvenido a mi historia...a mi historia sin fin.


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/▌ From
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Monday, January 27, 2014

El Camino Mágico

Hace unos minutos, Meñique me susurró la escena,
Mientras Pulgar me dejaba saborear una prueba;
Observé a Índice deslizarse hacia el ocaso,
Hasta llegar Anular y reclamarle el retraso,
¡Al trabajar! Exclamó Mayor -cuan firme y autoritario,
Que lo que está para hoy, no debe ser dejado nefasto.


☻/ L♥ve and ✗O✗O
/▌ From
/ \ PЯiמcєss Đi

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Love in the Time of Swagger


When a woman is being flattered by someone, the last thing she does not want to listen are words like “Girl, you fine!” or “fo shizzle ma nizzle.” In order to be romantic, it seems to be that men are giving up, and boys are taking the lead with their swagger. However, ladies keep having faith, trusting that someone would bring Romanticism era back. Perhaps, ladies think that men should follow Lord Byron’s exquisite diction, lovely symbol, and romantic expressions when it comes to flattering them. 


Romanticism was the era where poets had a divine connection with the profound meaning of the natural environment, and the beauty of the nature and human bodies. According to the Encyclopædia Britannica website, “Romanticism can be seen as a rejection of the precepts of order, calm, harmony, balance, idealization, and (…) emphasized the individual, the subjective, the irrational, the imaginative, the personal, the spontaneous, the emotional, the visionary, and the transcendental.” Romanticism happened from the late 18th until the mid-19th century. Some great exponents of Romanticism were Scott, Sir Walter, 1st Baronet; Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft; Pushkin, Aleksandr Sergeyevich; and Lord Byron.

The prominent British writer, Lord Byron is known as a great romantic poet of the 18th century; his simply delightful diction is understandable and clean. In his poem, “She Walks in Beauty,” we could appreciate how Byron’s words are dancing together, like making love to each other. This poem is divided into three parts: First, Byron was inspired by his muse’s personality and her movement. Next, Byron is making us see how the environment beauty was conspiring with her. Finally, he is wrapping up his poem by going back and giving us specific details of this lady, and on what was driving him crazy about her. He wrote the poem with a balance; there is a rhyme at the end of each sentence (ab, ab, ab) which we know as close form. In addition, Byron uses just a few formal words, like “Mellowed” and “Gaudy.” At the same time, he made good comparisons in order to appreciating his muse even more, and making her very interesting. 

Byron’s wise comparison could make any lady be astonished and hypnotized; by the way he managed to be passionate, cautious, and charming without crossing the line, which represents Romanticism at its best. Nowadays, however, the swagger is expanding like a poisonous disease. For instance, according to Merriam-Webster online dictionary, swagger is, “To conduct oneself in an arrogant or superciliously pompous manner; especially: to walk with an air of overbearing self-confidence.” However, if we read, “She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes, and starry skies,” there is no way anyone could think Byron was using a swagger to make his muse feel empathized with his comparisons. The way Byron was seeing his muse’s walking seemed to intrigue him. When we hear the word night, others words like mystery, intensity, and danger could cross our mind. This woman could be dangerously wise; she might have known she had the power to make Byron feel lost in her own game of love. Yet, Byron is has been a great example of how men should be romantic with ladies, no matter how neatly dangerous a lady could be.

Byron knew how to make a lady feel like hovering over the sky, and then, falling right into his arms. “The smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days, in goodness spent.” His muse’s confidence was remarkable; with only one smile of her, Byron admitted how she had won his admiration. Byron was taking his time to travel his muse’s body – little by little, and step by step. “A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent;” Byron’s muse could be wise in order to make him feel overwhelmed; however, her little experience on being loved made Byron bring her back to Earth and see her for who she really is: An innocent lady, with a hunger for love and being loved. Furthermore, any lady would love the way Byron dedicate his time to make them feel special, loved, and even sexy and comfortable with their skin. There was no room for boys and their swagger in Byron’s diction, nor putting a lady behind his ego, while making her feel minimized. How romantic Byron is!

If a swagger met the great exponent of Romanticism, Lord Byron, the Romanticism could be back to our era and be more powerful than before. Most women want to be treated like ladies; they want to be discovered like Byron’s took his time to discover his muse from inside out: Every inch of their skin, curves, expressions, and the way they walk with elegance and a glamorous self-esteem. For, how could a lady find love in the time of swagger? The answer would be: Teaching men how to follow Lord Byron’s skills and style in order to be polite romantic gentlemen.


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Works Cited
"Romanticism." Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc. N.p., n.d. Web. 4 Dec. 2013. http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/508675/Romanticism.
"Swagger." Merriam-Webster. N.p., n.d. Web. Dec. 2013. http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/swagger.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Rose Maxson: How to Live With a Broken Heart

What would be your reaction if you have been married for over 18 years, and your spouse unexpectedly tells you he is fathering a baby from an illicit relationship? In August Wilson’s play, ‘Fences,’ when Rose started to doubt the mysterious disappearances of her husband, Troy Maxson, she asked him to build a fence around their house. Although Troy did not figure out from the beginning why Rose would ask for such a thing, he kept on with his duty, while she was afraid of what she saw coming… When the fence (which symbolizes the protection of Rose and her family) was finally built, it was too late. Nevertheless, Rose was a loyal woman; she kept caring for Troy’s family like her own, and strongly dealt with having to live with a broken heart while inside a house that used to be her home.

When Rose married Troy she gave herself to him in body and mind; she was the most loyal wife any man could ask for. In the play, August Wilson introduces Rose as a faithful woman, “She [Rose] is ten years younger than Troy, her devotion to him stems from her recognition of the possibilities of her life without him […] She recognizes Troy’s spirit as a fine and illuminating one and she either ignores or forgives his faults” (1056). Rose use her wisdom to maintain her husband’s happiness; she fed him with a variety of meals, kept his clothes clean and ironed, and pleased him in bed from Friday at sunset until Monday at sunrise –every man’s dream come true.

According to Courant Theater Critic Deborah Hornblow’s article, ‘`Fences' Is a Pleasure to Scale,’ [Rose is] “a loyal wife who has held tight to her husband of 18 years despite her own disappointments.” However, Rose did not only stay loyal to Troy for 18 years, she was loyal for seven more years –when Death took away Troy. For instance, since the moment Rose told Troy, “Move out the way so the marrying kind could find me” (1057), Troy realized he found the woman of his dreams. Troy knew Rose would be loyal to him even when everybody knew how Troy used to say he “Eye all the women” (1055). In addition, Rose was treating Troy like a god on a pedestal.

Comparable to Anne Bradstreet’s poem, ‘To My Dear and Loving Husband,’ Rose’s love and devotion to Troy was beyond surreal. For instance, when we read: “I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, nor ought but love from thee give recompense” (463). We might say those lines perfectly suit Rose’s commitment towards Troy. Her love was more valuable than pure gold, and it would not extinguish –for now… Rose could not see herself without Troy. She knew she was more valuable than richness; although Troy had his particular way of telling Rose that he loved her –especially when he was drunk.

Rose was clever; she knew the best way to enjoy a good and long night of sex with Troy was letting him drink alcohol with his best friend, Bono, and inviting Bono to stay over for supper. Nevertheless, Bono was not only useful to Rose for her sex plans; her tenderness –with a double intention twist made Bono felt guilty when he realized Troy was being unfaithful to her. For instance, one Saturday, when Troy returned to the house –after being gone for hours with the excuse of going to watch baseball, Rose asked him about the score of the game. She knew how much he loved baseball. Thus, when he changed the topic and quickly started to get affectionate (with no success) by touching her waist, she obviously figured out what was going on.

Rose was not naïve; she knew Troy was playing her in the bad way, and yet, she started praying to God to protect her for what she saw coming. Troy started to build a fence over their house, and Bono helped Troy understand why she asked to build it. Bono told Troy, “Some people build fences to keep people out…and other people build fences to keep people in. Rose wants to hold on to you all. She loves you” (1089). Troy did not pay attention; he was too busy feeding his sexual needs with a woman (Alberta) who was aware of his family. Alberta did not care at all –because for her it was easier to be the lover: the one who only had to open her legs, instead of cooking him meals, ironing his clothes, and doing the rest of the chores like Rose used to do for Troy and their family.

According to the reference guide written by Sandra G. Shannon for The African-American Experience website, “Bono […] moves quickly to dissuade him [Troy] from seeing more of Alberta and causing unbearable anguish for Rose. But Troy ignores the wise advice of his friend and plunges even further into the relationship.” Troy was blind; nevertheless, Rose continued to be a loyal wife to him, an excellent mother to their son and a good woman to his family and friends –even after Troy broke her heart with heartbreaking news.

Rose’s biggest nightmare had come; Troy not only confessed to her he cheated on her with Alberta, but added he and Alberta were expecting a baby. Now, some wives who had been cheated on might say Rose could forgive Troy’s affair. However, when there is a baby involved in this unpleasant situation, the wife could get a divorce, or spend the rest of her marriage under a cold war full of resentments. Rose was not the exception; she told Troy, “I done tried to be everything a wife should be. Everything a wife could be. Being married eighteen years and I got to live to see the day you tell me you been seeing another woman and done fathered a child by her” (1092). Rose decided to be just a woman, and decided to no longer be a wife to him.

Rose’s reaction of opening her eyes and taking a step forward in an unpleasant circumstance, was similar to Sammy’s reaction; the main character of John Updike’s ‘A&P.’ For instance, Sammy was a cashier at the A&P grocery store. He was a 19-year-old boy who always was making fun of the customers. Sammy was amazed by the beauty and personality of one particular girl who used to walk wearing a bathing suit while buying at the store –his ‘Queenie.’ One day, Sammy’s boss, Lengel, noticed Sammy’s Queenie along with two of her friends were walking around the store in their bathing suits. Thus, Lengel decided to let Sammy’s Queenie know the grocery store was not a beach, and their customers were decent. Sammy did not like how his boss spoke to his lovely imaginary girlfriend. In response, Sammy told Lengel that he should not have spoken to her in that tone, and quit his job. Just like Sammy, Rose had to take the lead and follows her instincts, even when both (Sammy and she) knew the following experience would be intense.

Troy had destroyed everything Rose had built. He also had the goal to play the victim when he clearly was the guilty one. Troy claimed he had many responsibilities, and he just needed a time for himself –a time with Alberta. Rose was very upset –who could not possibly feel the same way? She responded to him with some other questions:

“Don’t you think I ever wanted other things? Don’t you think I had dreams and hopes? What about my life? What about me. Don’t you think it ever crossed my mind to want to know other man? That I wanted to lay up somewhere and forget about my responsibilities? That I wanted someone to make me laugh so I could feel good? […] But I held on to you, Troy. I held you tighter” (1094).

Rose was devastated; her heart was broken into a thousand pieces. On the other hand, Alberta died after having Troy’s baby girl, Raynell. Yet, Troy was no fool; he knew how prodigious Rose’s heart was. Thus, three days after Raynell was born; he asked Rose if she could be the mother of his daughter. Rose responded, “From right now…this child got a mother. But you a womanless man” (1099). Rose had to learn how to lick her wounds and continue moving forward. She was always saying how the time was changing; she followed her own advice.

According to the article ‘Essay on Feminist Perspective’ in DirectEssays.com (website), “Rose Maxson proves that a woman in the 1950's can have the upper hand. Rose is the heart of the Maxson family and the peacemaker […] She feels that family is the richest resource anywhere.” Although the play focuses on Troy, Rose was the rock of the house. She stayed away from Troy, and came closer to God –by assisting at the church on Sunday mornings.

Unfortunately for Troy, his time had come to the end. Although he died seven years after Raynell was born, he was living like a dead person since Rose chose to be just the mother of their son, Cory. Troy not only lost Rose’s respect and love, he also lost Bono’s friendship, and gained the contempt of Cory. Even his new job as a truck driver made him feel alone and dead inside. On the other hand, Rose was raising Raynell as the girl she always wanted to have. In addition, she found peace with herself, and when Troy died, she let him rest in peace by honoring him as the man she married 25 years ago.


Rose Maxson, how could she live with a broken heart? For, any man who has a wife like Rose should build a fence made of rose petals around her, and do not let any fantasy –like Alberta ruin their reality. Rose represents the power of a loyal wife: all her wisdom, struggles, tenderness and passion, her faith in God and devotion to her family. The woman who reassembled her heart after it had been broken and still…still had the power to stand on her feet.


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Works Cited
"Essay on Feminist Perspective." Direct Essays. N.p., 31 Dec. 1969. Web. Dec. 2013. .
Gardner, Janet E., and Berverly Lawn, eds. Literature: A Portable Anthology. Third ed. Boston: Bedford St. Martin's, 2013. Print.
Hornblow, Deborah. "`Fences' Is a Pleasure to Scale." The Courant. Hartford Courant, 19 Jan. 2007. Web. Dec. 2013. .
Shannon, Sandra G. "August Wilson’s Fences : a Reference Guide." The African American Experience. Greenwood Publishing Group, n.d. Web. 3 Dec. 2013. .

Friday, December 06, 2013

Juguetito de Nadie

No quiero nada a medias.
No quiero nada tibio.
Caliente o Frio;
Pero nada... Nada!
A mitad del camino.

Pero, y quien se habrá creído?
Y hasta dicen que ha enfurecido.
Todo o Nada;
Y sin esas agallas
De creer que aun suspiro.



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Mi respuesta en cuanto al Artículo 192 del #CódigoPenalDominicano (Ley 74-25) que entrará en vigor próximamente (agosto de 2026)

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