Hi you beautiful beings! Thank you for finding yourselves here in front of the screen and holding this time and space for me. My name is Isela, and I am a phoenix based freelance writer among other things. Many people always ask me “why writing?” and “how did you end up being this good?” (haha so I’m going to lead with a good laugh first) I don’t think I chose writing, it kind of just chose me. And I didn’t get so good on my own. I had my mom, who introduced me to writing at a very young age. See she was a teacher, and I was the student she sought after the most…no way was I going to get away with being illiterate or not be able to articulate my words. Also, school helps. It gives you the fundamentals, the regiments, and expectations. But when it comes down to the nitty gritty- you’ve either got it or not. Funny thing is- I used to HATTTTEEEE writing.
My mom did this thing when I was growing up where she would torture me and have me journal every night, of course that was after getting done with some reading and writing her a summary on what I read. Eventually writing became, my one outlet. And thank God it did. My mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer when I was 11, and from then on life changed for me…for all of us. Years passed by and she fought that long hard battle for 8 years. When I was 19, I lost my mother and my world collapsed. I wanted nothing to do with anyone or anything. I moved back to LA for a few months and just lived in a state of numbness. Which wasn’t really living. It wasn’t until I came back to Phoenix, that I felt the need to feel something. I alone, immersed myself in the world of spoken word and poetry. But eventually I wanted more. I wanted to see things done differently and I wanted to do it myself. So I played with the idea of starting my own events, my own projects, and my own brand. That’s how ARTMOSTFIERCE came to be. So I worked towards it, got the ball rolling. Soon enough I had done it. We put on our first event and released eight online interviews highlighting local artists on October 22nd of 2015.
From then on, ARTMOSTFIERCE has served as an innovative platform hosting a home to those who inspire us, social projects, and community events. And because I am a person who is always eager to learn, I learned all of it. From hosting an event, the back end of a website, lighting, photography and some video content- I can say I’ve actually nurtured and brought this baby to full term. Looking back and fast-forwarding to present day, writing is not just a job. It’s something that helps me venue my hardships, gives me an outlet to what I feel and it makes me be heard. As a Hispanic woman, I have a lot of boundaries to push. Everywhere I’m told “no”- I’m going to clap back and say “CLARO QUE SI”. Age, gender, and ethnicity discriminations are a real thing, but I want to pave the way for the woman who come after to me. Let them know, that know one can stop us. Ser mujer, es poder hacer magia.
Advice on love:
My advice on love is, be welcoming to it. Remember to give it a proper home, nurture it, let it bloom and grow. Love can be messy, it can be confusing and even scary…but you are deserving of it. Real, butterflies in your stomach, I can’t stop thinking about you, you are my safe place type of love. Don’t cheat yourself out of it. Love hard…unapologetically. That’s what we’re placed on earth for, to provide light and love. Oh and one more thing…bask in that feeling when you’ve got it and it’s reciprocated. I’ve learned you can’t always be too safe.
If you hum, I’ll sing….
My lips can spill a song
a song that will taste like the skin
of the man I loved.
And the words that flow out of my mouth are like
the very thoughts he had. And every vowel, every syllable
tastes like the romance we shared.
My lips can also spill a song
A song that will make you taste the dirt in between your teeth
and will have you spitting out words wicked enough to cut through
the very ones you love. Words that turn into swords in a battlefield.
My lips can spill a song
dedicated to the ones that left me behind.
This is for the ones who loved me
but didnt love me enough to stick around till the sun rose up
for the ones who decided to chase after the girl with
the long hair and the hips that swayed like waves dancing towards the shore
for the ones who said, I deserved better.
My lips can spill a song
that’ll show you how much you mean to me
show you that when you aren't around you're still on my mind
and I’ll describe the scent that lingers on my clothes after
I spend an afternoon with you
My lips can spill a song of everything I’ve felt
of everyone who has traced their fingers around my heart
a song for the ones who deserve it
a song for the ones who broke me like a record
but even then I’ll let my lips spill the song
because like a bird…I’m no longer afraid
afraid to soar the sky, while singing you a song.