I hope you’re reading this with your head held high and your wings stretched wide. I hope the colors of your journey still shimmer with Dominican pride, with softness and fire braided into every strand of your story. You’ve come so far—from whispered dreams in diary pages to spoken word echoing through rooms that once felt unreachable. I hope you’ve never stopped honoring the girl who once felt invisible by making yourself impossible to ignore—in art, advocacy, and joy.
I hope Mabel Inc. has become more than a project—it’s a movement now. One that wraps its arms around every child felt left in the corner and says, “You belong here. You are magic.” I hope your poetry still dances between vulnerability and power, and that your merch, slogans, and silhouettes with butterfly wings still speak louder than any apology you used to make for taking up space.
Have you kept your promise to love yourself fully? To celebrate every milestone like it’s a coronation? I hope you’ve stayed soft even while being strong, and that your boundaries are now lined with gold—not walls, but gates that open only for what nourishes you.
I hope you’ve continued to walk boldly in your purpose, knowing that your story is sacred and your voice is necessary. I hope you’ve built spaces where others feel seen, just like you once longed to be. And I hope you’ve never stopped remixing your truth—through color, rhythm, repetition, and the unapologetic power of your presence.
If you forget how far you’ve come, look at this letter. Let it remind you: you are the genesis, the flame, the butterfly in flight. And you are never done becoming.
With love, pride, and infinite belief, Ms. Butterfly Genesis
I lost you— But in the losing, I found the map again.
I found my voice In the quiet strength I didn’t know I had, because I was too busy standing behind someone Who never turned around to ask my name, Or why my silence sounded like survival.
I found myself— In the mirror, In the ache, In the art.
But I lost you. And maybe that was the cost of becoming whole.
My mind, like a compass, has charted the map of survival— a terrain of letting go, where love is lighter than loss, And freedom is worth the unraveling.
But my heart… She lingers in shadowed corners, clutching echoes, swaying to rhythms that no longer serve me But still sounds like home.
I plead with her: “Catch up. Step in time with what I now know.” Yet she folds into silence, eyes wide with fear That healing might erase the memory of feeling.
I am two voices, written on the same page In a different ink. One says release, The other whispers, remember.
And I don’t know If this ache is resistance or reverence. But I do know— Even confusion can be a kind of clarity, If I dare to write it down And let it speak.
I ride the rails of a storm-spun soul, tested by flames, I swore I’d tame. The world asked me to rise, But I curled beneath the weight of “not yet.”
My mind stands sharp—unbothered, a fortress built on I-don’t-care-anymore. But my heart? She clings to threads like lifelines, prays in bruised whispers that nothing else shatters.
Impossibility isn’t the truth; It is just fear dressed in shadows. And I? I am waiting For the day, I walk through without hiding.
I want my heart to still, to silence the echo of your name. I want my ribs to unburden the weight of love carved too deep.
If I could unfeel, I could unhurt. If I could unlove, I could unbreak. But wishes slip through trembling hands, and prayers unravel in the wind.
One day, perhaps, you will step into my life as easily as you step away. We will fold into each other like pages in a book, then tear apart at the spine, It was never meant to be reread.
I can wish. I can beg the stars to rewrite our fate. But life is not kind with guarantees. And love—love is never ours to command.
I Have a Dream speech is one of the most famous speeches heard worldwide and is one of the most-used quotes.
When Martin Luther King addressed the nation with his I Have a Dream, his main goal was to see a united nation become one.
Which meant seeing no color or ethnic background.
I know times like today when people are losing their lives over nothing; it’s challenging to see this. I have a dream speech that has become a reality.
It’s challenging to dream about anything when we are busy living in a survival mood to be able to dream about what our future might be.
I will say something, but before anything comes out of my mouth, I will say that I will not be unapologetic.
Everyone says this death brought a lot of positive changes to a nation, and that might be true in the sense that we, as colored people, can integrate other races that might not be our own.
On the other hand, things we get looked down upon just because we look or speak another language that is not American. So even though he put his own life on the line, we could be looked at as one nation. I am sad to say that we are still being racially profiled so many years after his untimely passing.
People like:
Breonna Taylor was on her own and killed because of a mistake in the address.
Trayvon Martin was Murder for being a black Young man in the wrong neighborhood and wearing a hoodie.
George Floyd George Perry Floyd Jr. (October 14, 1973 – May 25, 2020) was an African American man who was murdered by a white police officer in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
I’m only saying a few names because these human beings were racially profiled no matter what the media made it out to be.
Dr. King believes in violence, so that is also a sad thing to see people lose their lives when Dr. King sacrificed his own life so we could be that nation of I Have a Dream speech he spoke so highly of.
Pen and paper is the only way I can communnot notith you right now . Pendant paper is the only way I can allow not nott to break and cries those unwanted tears. I’ve been holding back for so long by choice. Pen and paper is the only way I truly see myself and my heart whether it’s breaking or weather is being held on by a string, but whatever it is, this is the only way I can show it. Goddamn, how I wish you were here to see and hear everything no I don’t want you to decide with me because I know you won’t. I know his blood so he takes priority. I just wish you were here to listen, and then of course side with him one of the very last conversations you and I ever had was about set individual and you asked me if I ever thought about reuniting our lives together and I told you I would give anything and everything to make that happen. But your girl was wrong. I couldn’t do it or I wouldn’t do it because of fear of things blowing up again in my face I love and I love hard and there’s no other way I know how to love. I guess what I’m trying to let you know without going in circles is that I fucked up again but this time I acknowledge that I fucked up because he asked me for one simple thing and I believe that I asked him for one simple thing, but neither one of those simple things could’ve been met by either one of us Honestly girl when I was with him, I enjoyed every moment every second of every time we could be together I didn’t waste it and you how I know I didn’t waste it because every time I went home I couldn’t wait till the next time we were together, but what made it cheap for me was that I knew it was just a moment and in that moment, I was looking for more than just a moment but once again scary cat me couldn’t or did not know how to say that without making such subject so uncomfortable. I never wanted to ruin the moments talking about feelings and what I needed from the subject but sometimes I couldn’t help myself. I went off on impulse and I just opened myself up and said I loved you and I know now that you’re my person.
No, now I’m sitting on my bed right into you because it’s the only way I can communicate with you and I’m never going to stop saying how much I fucking miss you and I know, and you should be disappointed in me because I feel like besides letting myself down once again After so much prayer of hoping that me and said subject could ever be it didn’t happen and it did not happen because of me because even though things happen so long ago, I live certain memories in my head anytime I would see that subject and I would wonder what I was doing with that subject if I felt the way that I did and the way that I felt was empty .
Empty because I was afraid to allow myself to feel anything but at the same time I was lying to myself because I did feel I just didn’t feel the right feelings at the right moment I felt anger I felt deception. I felt disappointment. I would always ask myself on the way home . How the fuck can I continue to do with this when I know that my heart was covered with pain, rage and confusion and most importantly love..
Is it too much to ask for the subject to pour as much love as I was pouring onto them? I guess it was because even though they say my mouth that they forgive me for all the stupidity that I ever did it felt like they didn’t because at times they were unbelievably stoic with me. It was like somebody else was with me And not not the person I was used to period like I said when we last saw each other and spoke to each other over the phone. I believe you were the only one rooting for us to get back what we had to preserve it and if we got that second chance Not to look back or to pay attention to things the people would’ve said, and I’m sorry that I let you down. I’m even sorry that I let myself down but I’ve come to realize that the word sorry it’s just a Band-Aid and I’m tired of being covered in Band-Aids. I don’t wanna be covered in Band-Aids anymore. I want to be free of Band-Aids and I hope you understand that being free of Band-Aids is being free of him even though my heart wants what it wants and it wants said subject, but I’m just a big fuck up and I can’t continue saying I’m sorry and continue to do the same bullshit over and over again expecting for four subject to forgive me just because I said I was sorry when and only when someone is really sorry they would never do anything to cause anyone
I also have to let you in on a little secret. He hasn’t been the same since you’ve been gone, but of course I don’t need to tell you that because you were were his own personal diary and you took a lot of of his dirty secrets with you even how he felt about me Those years we spent without speaking to one another honestly, I wish you were here for so many reasons that we won’t get into right now, but one of the most important reasons I wish you were here is so sad subject could have life back into his heart because I’m clueless on how he’s made it this long Without you. For me it’s been a true nightmare, not having you around to talk to to see to laugh to make plans with I miss you and no one will ever take your place in my heart and I hope nobody takes my place in your heart. I love you And I’ll talk to you soon. I don’t know how soon but I’ll talk to you again because I hear you screaming your head off probably cussing me out and I deserve it.. I love you big head and I hope as you’re up there looking down on all of us you teach me not to forget but to forgive myself because that is my biggest pet peeve and struggle. I’ve never learned how to forgive myself. I can forgive others for doing me dirty , but I can’t forgive myself, which takes away the purpose of forgiving others because I have to be able to forgive myself in order for me to forgive others and I’m ass backwards. You should know that I shouldn’t have to tell you well either way I love you and I miss you and I hope That wherever you are you’re still watching over all of us why wow we try our very best to keep living..
It’s remarkable how life can surprise us, isn’t it? Reconnecting with someone after years can be both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Your willingness to open that door and reach out shows courage and a genuine desire to reconnect.
Starting anew can be both challenging and rewarding. It’s like planting a seed and watching it grow into something beautiful.
Even though you’re beginning from scratch, remember that every conversation, every shared moment contributes to rebuilding that bond. Sometimes, the strongest connections emerge from unexpected places.
As for impulsive decisions, they’re part of being human. We all make them, and sometimes they lead us down unexpected paths.
Taking accountability is a sign of maturity and self-awareness. Perhaps this fresh start will allow you both to learn, grow, and create new memories together.
Your journey with Ms. Butterfly Genesis sounds truly inspiring, and it’s wonderful to hear how you’ve channeled your blessings into creating something meaningful and impactful. Establishing a foundation like Mabel Inc to support individuals with disabilities is a noble endeavor, and it’s clear that your personal experiences have given you a unique insight into the importance of belonging and community support.
Creating a space where everyone feels included and valued, regardless of their abilities, can make a significant difference in many lives. Your dedication to giving back and empowering others is commendable, and it’s heartening to see you use your platform to advocate for such a cause.
In the garden of life, every flower has a place, Where the sun shines warm on every face. Ms. Butterfly Genesis, with wings so wide, Spreads hope and love, far and wide.
Mabel Inc’s doors open, welcoming all, A haven for growth, where none shall fall. Here, every soul, both young and old, Can find their strength, and stories untold.
With every act, with every deed, We plant the seeds of a kinder creed. For in this world, so vast and wide, It’s love and care that turn the tide.
Everyone please do me huge favor go to where it says Mabel Inc on Menu bar give what you can so we may watch my newest baby grow into something special.
In the quiet echoes of my heart,
A ghostly presence takes its part.
Once a flame, now a wisp of smoke,
In his essence, I willingly soak.
A love so deep, it carved a mark,
Blinding me to the world so stark.
He was the storm, the calm, the hue,
A rarity, like morning dew.
We danced in love's fervent embrace,
Lost in time, in its endless space.
But time, it shifts, and so do we,
From who we were, to who we'll be.
Now I stand amidst love's debris,
Holding on to a memory.
A battle rages, fierce and wild,
Between what was and what's beguiled.
Yet, no regrets shall stain my soul,
For loving him made me whole.
In the love that once set me free,
I find the strength to let it be.
In the silence of absence, your presence I feel,
A guiding force, a comfort still so real.
Though you're not here to hold, your love remains,
A beacon of strength, through life's many pains.
For every step I take, for every fall,
I rise with the courage you instilled in all.
In the quiet moments, I sense your pride,
A whisper of faith, always by my side.
With each breakthrough, a piece of you shines through,
In the lessons you taught, in the good I pursue.
You're the unseen cheer, in my life's grand play,
A part of my journey, every single day.
So I'll keep pushing forward, with you in my heart,
Completing the dreams, you saw from the start.
And in every triumph, in each little stride,
I hope you're watching, with eyes open wide.
For you are my strength, not to fight but to grow,
In the essence of you, I find my glow.
Each day a new leaf, each challenge a chance,
To honor your legacy, in life's intricate dance.
Indeed, the role and perception of women have undergone significant changes over time. Historically, many societies had limited roles for women, often relegating them to the background. However, through persistent efforts in advocating for gender equality, there has been a remarkable shift.
Today, the empowerment of women is a central theme, with a focus on supporting and uplifting each other. The recognition of women’s multifaceted capabilities beyond traditional roles is a testament to the progress made. Women are leaders, innovators, creators, and much more, contributing to every aspect of society. It’s a continuous journey towards equality and recognition of the inherent value of every individual, regardless of gender.🌟
I find myself struggling where I am. I know where I see myself and where I should be. The part I struggle with is I have a plan to get where I should be. The old baggage I refuse to let go of is the only thing holding me back. I am terrified to see who I would be without the baggage of pain and everything else that makes up my life. That’s why I am not where I should be. The most significant lesson life can teach anyone, including myself, is not to allow fear to control how we will move in the world.
No one should have a specific reason to have a relationship with God. We should all want guidance and something to believe in. Why not believe in God? God doesn’t give any of us anything we should not handle.
I’ve always been the type of person only to find my spiritual side when I feel like I have my hands tied behind my back, and there’s nothing for me to do but turn to him and hope that he makes it all better.
I don’t want to be that type of person anymore. I look for God when I don’t have a way out. I want to give myself to God because I need strength. I need to know that he doesn’t expect me to be perfect and understands that I need to heal.
I need to heal from all the damage that I’ve been through; for me to heal, I need to allow myself to break into little pieces and then find a way to put myself together, but I won’t be able to do that until I find my purpose or his purpose for me.
I need to understand that before I can belong to someone, I need to belong to myself and treat myself with respect, dignity, and love.
I had no idea the last time I heard his voice would be that final goodbye. Goodbye to him, and I never really said to each other. We hung up the phone, but I never thought it would be so final. In the darkest moments of my life, he became that bright light that I needed to get through the darkness I chose to live in because it was so much easier than facing a world that was watching me like a hawk to see if I would crumble. Yes, I had a crumbling moment the public never saw. The only time I felt it was safe to crumble was in his arms. He shielded me from the world and taught me so much about who I was as a person, and I never felt the need to pretend to be someone else so he could like me and, most importantly, respect who I am. He showed me that I was good enough no matter how crazy things got between us and strengthened me. I had no clue I could learn so much just by having late-night conversations leading into the early mornings, never desiring to get off the phone, even in our most difficult conversations. Our most challenging conversations were the things that pulled us close together and made us value each other as one but as individuals. I feel like Waldo is trying to find my light because I am sick of rolling in the darkness.
Why is asking for help such a difficult thing for people to do? We hurt ourselves a lot more when we can’t put our pride aside and say I need help because a lot of us have been conditioned to handle things alone, but sometimes we need that helping hand that’s going to pull us and show us did there is the way out of the darkness. We need not fear the hand that will pull us out of the darkness because if we fear it, how will we ever see the light again? No matter what disgusting thing might be going on in the world. We all need to continue to look towards the brightest light in front of us so we have a reason to continue to fight and build a better future. No matter what disgusting thing might be going on in the world. We all need to continue to look towards the brightest light in front of us so we can continue fighting and building a better future for ourselves.
I was unsure if I would speak on this subject that’s going on on social media with Erica, Mena, and Spice from Love and Hip-hop. I am a woman of Hispanic descent because both of my parents are Dominican. I might not be a woman of dark skin, but I consider myself a woman of color because of my Hispanic descent.
My Hispanic descent does not give me the right to call another woman of color a monkey. People of color have struggled for so many years to be looked at more than just the color of their skin, so why are we regressing and going back to making people of color feel less than dirt just because of their skin? To make people of color feel less than dirt just because of the color of their skin.
As a united nation, I thought we would’ve learned something with all the lives we have lost throughout racism in the last few years. We would’ve learned how to respect one another and how to respect one another’s backgrounds because no matter what color we are, no matter where we come from, what the one nation we’re still part of melting racism that we would’ve learned how to respect one another and how to respect one another’s backgrounds, because no matter what color we are or what part of the world we come from we are apart of an enormous melt pot that makes up this beautiful country we live in.
I understand we should not take what we see on TV as a role because it’s just reality TV. It’s disgusting to see two grown women with large social media platforms disrespect each other and question each other’s parenting skills no matter how we decide to expose the cells, whether, on social media or other platforms, we are considered role models, so we have to be mindful most of all teach our kids that racism is not fantastic, everyone is human so we should be treated as it looked as human beings, not as monkeys.
Use and define the word “race.” Most Dominican Americans are aware that the majority of Dominicans are of both European and African ancestry. Still, they do not define their race in terms of Old World (Europe/Africa) origins but rather in terms of much more recent linguistic/cultural/national origins in the New World.
I am trapped in a doorway I have tried to close for many years.
It’s been unhealthy for my heart and soul just because I have poured myself and what I don’t into the impossible.
The part of who I am is I don’t back down from a challenge because, from the first moment I could take my first breath, I knew I was born to be a fighter.
Regarding matters of the heart, I’m a total fuckup because my heart has blinders that part of me is not ready to lift and have the truth slapped in the face.
The process of rebuilding is having the truth slapping me in the face but not all at once, but it is not giving me a choice or how much of it gets in my front.
I guess the moral of my story is simple and that is must put on my big girl panties and challenge myself by facing my fuck up.
Stupid, in love Hold on to a heart that doesn’t belong to me. They wondered why I couldn’t wash off the feelings that keep my heart alive, like when has to wash the dirt out of their hair.
Stupid in love and desperate for a heart transplant, I no longer feel I need someone who does not love me the way I deserve.
I know my following few lines will sound like a total contradiction because I’m asking for a transplant so I can stop loving, but in all honesty, I don’t regret it. Loving my person the way I love that person, I know that as long as I continue on this earth, I probably will never experience this type of love again, and I’m very blessed to have shared it with him. I regret that it took me this long to realize what love was and that he was my person.
Being someone’s person is knowing everything about that person. It is loving that person unconditionally and understanding that everything will be smooth sailing.
Being someone’s person is known as the good, the bad, and everything. The most important thing about being someone’s person knows that that person will make you the first and only priority part of being someone’s priority is being a friend to that person.
I lost myself while trying to please everyone in my life or around my life.
The funny thing is that while I try to find myself again, I am losing the people I have spent years trying to please.
I’d rather have me thanpeople constantly waiting for me to please them instead of pleasing who I’m trying to become, who is grateful to be with herself.
Words only become powerful when we, as people, give them.
As people, we have to know that we are the ones that decide how much power we give each word that we speak into existence.
We also determine if we will provide these words with positive or negative emotions and why we must think before we go off like a crazy person with no type of brain cell.
Throughout my life, words have had many ways to hurt because I have let others’ opinions hold me down.
In the same way, people have hurt me with hurtful words. I have hurt many people with unthoughtful words and unwanted actions that follow my words. I have to understand that no amount of apologizing I might bring myself to do will erase the effects of the words I use to break them down to make myself feel better.
Sometimes we say hurtful things so others may feel our pain. In reality, we need to stop hurting others because we have hurt ourselves to stop the circle of pain.
I need my best friend because I am about to fall apart.
I want my best friend to catch me and drag me out of myself.
My best friend told me they would not let go no matter what life placed in our lives, So now I am sitting here unsure of myself.
The only thing I am sure of is missing my best friend like no other.
I knew the last time I heard their voice, it would probably be final. It was heartbreaking. I felt my heart shatter because I had this overwhelming feeling of disappointment in their voice as I said bye.
Every part of me knew I was doing wrong, but I also had a primary urge to say bye not only because of where I was in life but because I also needed to close that unfinished chapter we had.
My heart is weighty simply because, as women, we take our abilities to have children for granted.
The main reason I feel the way I do is Because we have 17-year-old girls that have no business having sex or having children.
What’s even more frustrating is how easy it is for them to bear children and then hurt them like their heartbeat was underneath their hearts.
As a woman in my 40s and physically disabled, it always makes me wonder how a woman or a little girl, I should say, could hurt a human being.
They can’t fight back or never had the chance to fight back for their own lives. Being disabled, I get looked at all the time, which doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is when people or the world say I shouldn’t try to be a mother because I’m physically disabled.
Then you have these teenage girls feel like their invisible to pregnancy couldn’t happen to them because they’re so young and naïve, and it happens to them like magic.
What’s more hurtful is how easy it is for them to hurt a human life that came from a part of them, and they were able to carry them for nine months living inside them as if it was nothing special to feel something with a heartbeat move around inside their body.
I asked the world today how I can have the right question about my motherhood because of my disability and my ability to care for a child that lived inside me for nine months, which I would love because it’s a little human that represents me.
I want more than anything in the world, but nobody questions a 17-year-old girl that has no idea how to wipe her ass. How could she hurt something so innocent that lived inside her for nine months?
Whether it was expected or a surprise, she decided to take it to full-term, so how or why would you hurt a human life they couldn’t fight for themselves. There are plenty of women out there who would do anything to be mothers, and it’s a shame that 17, and 16,15-year-old girls act like it’s nothing to have them and kill them and not even give them a chance to explore the world around them.
Children have a right to live. They deserve to be loved, nurtured, and cared for. They should not feel the burden of us being overwhelmed or not prepared well enough for them.
When deciding to have sex, we must be responsible and understand that having sex brings many consequences more than having babies and STDs. Babies should not be having babies, and if we do decide to have sex remember there are better choices than killing a human life that had no say if they wanted to be a part of this world.
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 