My Life: Latino Perspective Song Review

Best way for retaliation, beat them at their own game

Standing at the mountain top, scream it loud and proclaim

I am proud of my culture and my heritage

God’s gift, I am Mexican American!

Leon B, a new artist from Orange County, California, just released a song called Latino Perspective. In it, he sends a rally cry for all Latinos across the nation to unite, proclaim their heritage, and be proud of it. At a time where most artist are rap about getting money and being on drugs, it’s refreshing to hear an honest  take on the climate of today’s Latin community. Leon B urges those in his community to take a look at themselves and realize that there’s no limit to what they can contribute to society. With an old-school beat and honest lyrics, Latino Perspective sends a powerful message and gives us a glimpse into the music of Leon B.

 

Click the link to hear the full version of Latino Perspective

Also, subscribe and follow Leon B at:

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKG47Qj5YKuOlBxF4O_j5Rg

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My Life: Becoming a freelance writer

Hello? Is this thing on?

If so, I would like to say hi and welcome you to my blog. And for those who have not heard from me in years, I would like to apologize. My life these past two years have been chaotic (and that’s keeping it simple). I went from home to home trying to find a place to call my own, changed job positions, and invested a significant amount of time and money on pursuing a Masters degree.

However, life happened and I am no longer in the right circumstances to continue.

I hope to share with you, in time, that chapter of my life. You’ll understand all of my struggles, my joys, and my pains. But for now, I would like to share something that I have not told my family. I am trying to find meaning in my life and in the process, I have decided to become a freelance writer. To tell you the truth, I don’t have a clue about what I am getting myself into, but that has never stopped me before.

When my guidance counselor told me that I would not go to a four-year college, I ended up graduating from San Francisco State University with a B.A. in Psychology and minor in Counseling. When all my other brother’s dropped out of school, I applied to a Masters program and got in. And I will continue to move forward regardless.

My stories aren’t too sophisticated (trust me, I know). Nor are they grammatically perfect (that is a creative choice). But they are honest (I promise). And that’s why I want to write and make a living out of it. I want to share my story and help at least one person get through the day. Or to make them laugh. Or cry. Or make them not feel alone.

And with that announcement, I would like some help from you.

I know this may alienate the people who read my blog, but I would appreciate any leads that can help in me becoming a freelance writer or at least a place where I can make a living sharing my stories.

Here is a list of some stories that show off my writing skills. I hope you all enjoy them! 🙂

Life: A Message To My Future Daughter

The Night My Life Changed: An Introduction

The Brother Who Left My Life

The First Sexual Encounter Of My Life

I know it’s a long shot, but it’s an attempt. Hopefully someone out there can hear me. Thank you.

 

Sincerely,

EDDY

 

 

My Short Poem About Life

I don’t think anybody really knew me. But then again, I hardly think anyone really cared. This is a poem of my short  life. And by the time you read this. It will probably be too late. But I really did try. Here is my poem:

“They thought he was a joke. So they laughed.

They thought he never replied. So they left.

Maybe it was all for the best.

He lived another day. No matter how hard he resisted.

He lost everything. Even happiness left.

He should have hugged it one last time.

No one knew why he never returned.”

Hard to believe. But perhaps my life was meant to be short.

“No flowers, no funeral, no nothing.”

 

UPDATE: I would first like to thank all of you for the supportive comments. I did not expect much of anything when I published this post. I truly apologize for making people worry about my life. That was not my intention. I really didn’t think anyone cared. I was just feeling pretty lousy with life. I do want to say, that what I published yesterday was how I felt at some point in my life, so I don’t want to dismiss those feelings of sadness, isolation, and rejection. Funny, after I published my post, my best friend sent me a message. She doesn’t know about my blog, but she finally wanted to talk with me. And that was enough for me to keep going. I decided to change the format and the post out of convenience for everyone. Once again, thank you for being there for me. I really do appreciate the support and lovely comments. Thank you.

– Eddy

My Life: A Story

A STORY:

There was this guy. Average in every way possible. He was a nice guy. Quiet and shy. One day he realizes he is gay. Of course he doesn’t tell anybody. So life goes on. And as the years go by, he becomes confused. And confused. And confused. Lost. And lonely. Eventually he gets used to the loneliness. Then one day he decides to act on his desires. Having meaningless sex. After meaningless sex. After meaningless sex. But then he meets a guy and he falls in love. Not knowing that the person he loves will never love him back. So the day comes and he gets his heart broken. And he cries. And cries. And cries. Now he walks the earth, trying to mend his broken heart.

THE END

My Life In Story

Kids, this is the story of How I Met Your Father…

We met in San Francisco, or was it Los Angeles, or possibly Orange County. Whatever the case, I needed someone to get me out of my emotional Arrested Development. I Remember we met during a House party while LCD Soundsystem played in the background. I Dreamed a Dream that one day I would Get Lucky and find someone to cuddle and stay Up with during those Dark Knights, and when I saw his smile from across the room, I knew he was The One. He was there, I was looking at him, and he was so beautiful. When we kissed, for the first time, I felt Infinite. “This is happening,” was all I could think. We instantly fell in love and Together we acted like a couple of Daft Punks.  Our love kept us warm and soon we built a Fun Home where every night we would go on a Voyage of Discovery. You see kids, all my life I was running and didn’t look where I was going, and your father came from somewhere and caught me. It didn’t matter in the end how old he had been, or that he was a guy, but only that I had loved him, and Underneath It All he loved me; and his love was all that I needed.