native new yorker with dominican roots. writer of all things love, life, family, sex, friends and everything in between. a not so secret obsession with stringing along words to form perfect sentences - reflecting what the mouth can't say. 

The mixtape.

I kept giving all of me to pieces of you

I used to think I couldn't have myself back,

Truth is...

I'm a remix of who I used to be

Volumes 1, 2 and 3

A new woman is in the making, I've left all of you behind. 

Think before you speak, think before you do...

I hear that Sundays are for lovers.