Yanett Ramirez

Blending in with the light.

This 1 thoughtful train can not end here.

I have taken their head gear.

I have destroyed what they are.

I have helped.

Are they twisting in their graves?

Strutting this cold layer.

Free of Inka roots.

Free of their head gear.

Only facade in the station who craves mote.

Only facade in the station who craves ancient knowledge.

Are they twisting in their graves?

Yanett Ramirez

Drives. The. Soul.

I see. I drink it.

I hear. I breathe it.

Inspired by what I call my own.

World that we call yours.

Truly amazing things made.

For you and I.

Hey World! 
Everyday I see all these amazing and good things around me. 
On a busy train. 
On a bad weather day. 
On a nasty test. 
On these creepy roads. 
I see it all. 
And I would not give up anything for this. 
Because I am free. 
Because I am me. 

Oh Father you stand so proud.
Oh papa how you talk about. 
The way things should be. 
But you sometimes leave.

Oh Father how you act.
Childlike when I try in fact. 
Preaching of ideal ways.
Where mind and hearts should be placed.
But you sometimes leave. 

In denial you walk around. 
This wish for perfection.
That condemns me.
That makes me. 

You fail to realize.
Different is what makes. 
Success in different takes.
Perfection not my last name. 

- Yanett Ramirez. I love my father.

Another year has gone by. 18 has moved up to 19. Difficulty level even higher. Happiness as well as imagination. Imagination brings these worlds toward me.

Imagination helps these rocks on the road that appear daily. Often they lessen but often they augment. They bring dirt and dust to the scene that could minds as well as hearts.

Imagination is my favorite word.

Word.