La Cachita

They told me that I had to focus on just earning my stability, that I could only do this by searching for Jesus. I was told this by people in the church and by haters in Lucumi. I was told I was too young. I was told I had to be some regular type of a story to win and to make it. I was told that I had to speak without an accent. I was told that it took an Ivy League degree to make it in this life, I had to go Ivy League from freshman to post grad. I was told a lot of personal hubris as prophecies for my life. I was told I would never make it here. Owning myself. Owning my moment, ups and downs and all. I was told I was too traumatized to be happy. I was told I would never reach happiness unless I repressed and forgot my traumas...

Here I am bitches!

Made it in Puerto Rico, made it in the Bronx, made in Brooklyn, made it in the military, made it in Academia, made it in my professional life....I keep making it.

Hubris that anyone goes to someone else and says: You can never, you will never make it if....*insert made up recipe of their individual values*

Here I am chillin' in my space, happy, my dog snuggled on my lap, with food in my fridge, with my own made up housing about to level up whether you like it or not.

I made it where a lot of people thought I wouldn't just because I made my own rules. I made it, today, here, right damn now. Shimmie to my shoulders cuz this shit is real.