Sacrificial love.
A self-inflicted conflict,
can build resentments.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


I jumped through hoops,
and skinned my knees,
in hopes that you
would notice me

Erased my thoughts,
always agreed,
and prayed that you
would care for me.

I changed my style
and how I speak,
hoping that you
start loving me.

You then approved,
and filled with glee,
not knowing you
did not know me.

Until one day,
I set you free,
returning back
to find true me.

On that same day,
I let you see,
the shine that glowed
inside real me.

We then embraced,
our destiny,
and formed a life
for you and me.

Acceptance for
being unique,
allowed us both
to be happy

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Sinister smile
behind your act,
you always get
what you attract.
Back-peddled acts,
hope to retract,
or face regret,
as a pure fact

Big eyes stunned look
while getting caught.
The lines you spoke,
everyone bought.
No grateful sense
for being taught.
Snatch with both hands
no second thought.

My confidant
laughed at my lack.
Carried swift blades
silent attacks.
Gifts of dark will,
behind my back.
My trust and hopes,
your sneaky snacks

I thank you for
the fun-filled times.
Filled with laughter
feeling sublime.
Facing steep paths,
choosing to climb.
Cocktails of joy,
skipping the lime

Memories drown
within my head,
as time moves on
I find them dead.
Another bond
I came to dread.
Wishing you love,
hoping it spreads

– Grace Y.Estevez


Surrounded by a darkened hue,
talk without reason or a clue,
your uttered words are hardly true,
raw chaos feels at home with you

Erratic tones possess your voice,
portray a victim without choice,
killing the peace with your loud noise,
envying those with natural poise.

Wishing me bad, I wished you good,
you never knew I understood,
I tried to help, did what I could,
your mind was a block of dense wood.

So sad to see what you became,
a grown-up with no ounce of shame,
no one is left to play your games,
now only mirrors can be blamed.

I truly wish you change your ways,
sincerely hope you are okay,
so hurt inside, for you I pray,
that the sun melts despair away.

This life you live is what you choose,
the future may bring better shoes,
but if you choose to cause abuse,
you will soon find, that you will lose

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


A withered rose to represent,
the tie that binds, damaged and bent.
Those times we spent,came to an end,
ran out of space, to make amends.

They got your ears, fed them with lies
you should have known me deep inside.
Unpleasant looks filled up your eyes,
did not defend, instead, I sighed.

A stranger’s face is what I seen
when I last saw you look at me.
Old days are lost, will never be,
for the best good, we both agree.

Let’s laugh at times from our past,
a youthful space with no contrast.
Imagined games, we wished could last,
enjoying life, having a blast.

Wish you the best, from dawn to dusk,
may we both find friends we can trust,
my life is good as it adjusts,
aged memories transform to dust

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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