Erika Barajas

Family, Life, Travel

Mi Piel

Tells the secrets I would never speak out loud. The ridge across my forehead quietly gives witness to the worries I’ve carried since childhood. The burrowed folds between my brows carry the weight of the endless prayers I supplicate a mi gran Dios en secreto. The creases around my eyes silently exclaim the joy and …

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I have a story burrowed deep within me. I can’t get it out. It’s trapped. I’ve tried to ignore it but it refuses to live unacknowledged. It speaks to me. I want to release it but I’m afraid. What if it’s no good? What if I built it up my whole life and then when …

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Mi Madre

La primera mujer que me amo fue mi madre Mujer que se sacrificó por mi Mujer que me alimento Mujer que no dormía por cuidarme de noche al estar yo enferma Mujer que trabajo sin cesar  Mujer que lloro Mujer que sufrió Mujer que no recibió elogios Mujer que amo sin siempre recibir el mismo …

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I’ve made many. When I was young, I hurt my parents in many ways. I pushed the boundaries set for my protection. I did not understand them and worse yet, I didn’t care to. I said things that were hurtful, I broke the rules, I lashed out in anger.  I now understand it was a part …

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My love for them is rooted deep in my childhood. I remember being a young girl and helping my father out with our little spot of land. How my father wanted our yard to be pretty and add to the beauty of our neighborhood. I learned from him that a good garden was not only …

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