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Kristina Rose Garcia

Bronx Poet & Artist

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My worlds.

beauty in my bones

There is beauty buried in my bones. Many times, my flesh struck with stones      and they held. Welded together in this honeycomb texture. The hive of me alive in me and maybe even a little hungry. Buzzing bitch please. Kiss me. I’m the monster you made. The one you constantly crave and couldn’t keepContinue reading “beauty in my bones”

Why Trauma Informed Teaching Matters

https://www.edutopia.org/article/how-and-why-trauma-informed-teaching Imagine a young girl entering first grade.  She had just taken the state’s Mental Ability Test and scored “High above average” in every subject area – with the highest marks in reading and problem solving. Her reading level was on a third grade level in September of first grade.  School was magical, enchanting, andContinue reading “Why Trauma Informed Teaching Matters”

A Woman Like That

Remember this; goodbye. Remember this and not the one where we wept. Remember how we laughed. Remember the love. Our story cannot have a bitter end.     Time is like confetti. Do you regret me? You ended things with such mystery; Who is she?   Who stole you away? Who you calling bae?   ItContinue reading “A Woman Like That”

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