25 Days of Reflecting Before Turning 25

Day 12. - Poetry is Church for Sunday

Blessed be the voice
Blessed be the voice that breaks
Blessed be the voice that breaks silence
Blessed be the voice that is fearless
Blessed be the voice trembling with fear
Blessed be the voice trembling with fear to share truth
Blessed be the truth found in the voice
Blessed be your story
Blessed be my story
Blessed be our story
Blessed be story we have yet to write together
Blessed be the stories we have forgetten
Blessed be the stories we are trying to remember

Blessed be the ones that feel
Blessed be the ones that feel too much
Blessed be the poets
Blessed be the poets that reflect
Blessed be the poets who do more than just speak
Blessed be the poets who love
Blessed be the poets who love as if they have lost everything
Blessed be the poets who love as if they are returning everything

Blessed be the chaos
Blessed be the chaos we ride like tornadoes
Blessed be the chaos that teaches us how to look at the eye of the storm
Blessed be the chaos that teaches us to be organized
Blessed be the relief when the chaos is conquered
Blessed be the sun after the rain
Blessed be the smiles after the tears
Blessed be the community holding space
Blessed be the community actively listening
Blessed be the community reciprocating the love

Blessed be the love
Blessed be the heart thousands of miles away
Blessed be the girl that is 0 - 2
Blessed be the girl that doesn't mean to be so cruel
Blessed be the women who cultivate the land
Blessed be the women who remind us of our mothers
Blessed be the women who will one day become mothers
Blessed be the memories that haven't even been made



 

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25

Day 11. - Life is a whirlwind.

I wish I could tell you that I wrote this on March 11th but alas, it is April 11th. One month a little too late but ya know what? I'm glad I'm still here doing it. No matter if it is late. It is here. It is mine. It is a reflection that I will finish.  This reflection will be a freewrite. Thank you reader for taking the time to go through my website. I have said this many times before, you could be anywhere right now but you are here on this page reading these words. Thank you.

Life has been a whirlwind. I am taking out the kite to fly, keys strung to string. Not enough time in a day, feel the wind turn your back into a ship's mass. Keep moving forward. Even when it seems like too much, remember that the Universe does not send you circumstances that you are not ready for. This is choice. This is fate. This is the stars aligning to something greater. This you flying a kite when everyone else is looking for shelter. This is you digging holes under your house so the village can stay alive, while others call themselves heroes. This is you looking at the hurricane as nothing but a breeze. So breathe. This life of yours is breath-taking. The oxygen in your lungs is a sweet reminder that theres so much more to give. So much more to share. So much more to do.

25 days of reflection before turning 25

Day 10 - March 10th: Depression

 

Midway through my year of being 22 years old, my life began to crumble from beneath my feet and I couldn't grasp onto what was happening. I was in a beautiful relationship, I had started my job as an ELL teacher, and Pacific Tongues was very vocal in wanting me to take a bigger role in organizing for the org. 

However, it was then when I felt like my life wasn't where I wanted it to be, it was then when I had a mental breakdown at least twice a week and I became my own worst enemy. I stepped away from Pacific Tongues, I put my ex partner in some tough situations, and I wasn't taking car of myself physically, creativitly or spiritually. 

A few months passed and I hada conversation with my best friend Harrison and he had put the idea into my head to see a therapist. So I googled some places in my area, checked my insurance, and went to my first session with Dr. McDowell, a man of color who to this day I will look back upon as the man who helped me get control of my life.

through therapy I dismantled my depression, my became active in processing it in healthy ways, and took the steps day by day to understand my own triggers. Well why am I reflecting upon this you may ask?

Recently, I've held space for youth that have been writing about their own depression. I don't think I could have facilitated those discussions and those poems without having gone through my own process. As a poet facilitator I think many of us can't properly help anyone with their struggles if we have not be actively helping ourselves with our own. That goes not only for facilitators but anyone really.  

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25

Day 8 - March 8th: alone

 

There is a differenc between being alone and being lonely. I am alone right now, in Chiang mai. But I am not lonely. There are rooms in my heart where I carry the spirit and memory of so many people in my life. I am traveling alone for the first time out of my country to a place that I have never been to. And to be completely truthful, it is the most liberating experience. 

Before I left Hawaii, my friends asked me who I would be traveling with. They were all shocked and scared for me when I told them that I would be going by myself. In my mind I understand their fear for me, but I take that fear and transform it into something that can empower me. What better way to understand oneself than going on a journey thousands of miles away with no one to use as a safety blanket. To truly get to know my limits, my perception of the world, of my own identity.

 

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25

Day 7 - March 7th: on being consistent 

 

I will be honest, it's acutally day 18 as I write this post. But I am playing catch up. 

I am in. A constant battle of reminding myself that reflections like these are not about being on time. It's about the process of getting it done. Consistency is so important in other aspects of my life. I am still learning how to be consistent on this blog. It is a learning process. But with that said, this post is just a reflective reminder to myself that it's okay.

 

and if it's not okay in this moment or in moments before this....

it will be okay. Just trust the process.

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25 Years Old

Day 5 - March 5th: After Psychic Readings from Suma

It is an uplifting feeling to get validated and affirmed about circumstances and situations in your life from someone that barely (and completely) knows you. My soul sister Robin introduced me to Suma when I was in Seattle in October 2014. By far the most spiritual and accurate reading I have ever had by anyone in a very long time.

Yesterday I called Suma after not speaking to her since October. She told me to write a letter to my spirit guides and to ask questions that I want answers to. I asked 4 questions:


1. What does this year of being 25 have in store for me

2. Do I continue this connection to this beautiful soul in New York?

3. What is our past life connection?

4. What life lesson am I supposed to learn in this life?

 

After telling me a bunch guidance and advice that had to do with my life (that i will not talk about here, I.E. family things) she began to answer my questions. This year of being 25 will be a year of accomplishments. If I set my goals, I will achieve with in an organized fashion. This is the year of initiation. Of fulfilling the roles in my path that my spirit journey has lead me to. When I think of this, I think of my role in Pacific Tongues as Outreach Coordinator. I think of my role as an ESL teacher. I think of my role as a Poetry Facilitator and what it means to be a responsible mentor.

When it comes to the girl in New York, Suma says to nurture this relationship. Nurture it because I will not experience anything like it again in this life. She said, "imagine a kite flying, you are holding the kite Jocelyn, you have all the right circumstances to allow it to fly, the wind at your back, the kite is perfectly made, but it is up to you of how high or how low this kite goes." "But the spirit want you to know that it will bring you so much joy if you let it. So nurture the connection." She said, "my spirits do not want to show me your past life relationship because they are telling me that you will remember on your own" Apparently I am going to be having a lot of spiritual growth in the next 3 years. At the end of my third year is my Saturn Return. (you should google saturn return if you don't know what it is. Its pretty dope). I am supposed to have a huge spiritual awakening.

My life lesson that I am supposed to learn in this life: Conscious Immortality. Suma said that "You will learn this in 10 years or it feel like 10 years. Think of Buddha. I don't want to use the word student because you will be more than this in learning this lesson. You will be on this continuous journey to learn, not academically but spiritually. And not just spiritually as in a higher intuitive self, but as a learning of experiences, of seeing things that people would only dream of and sharing that knowledge gains from your journey with the people in your community" 

Suma's final words to me were to spend a lot of time with my family in the next 6 months because I am going to be traveling a lot. Back and forth to and from Hawaii. I may not be seeing the doors right now, but they will open in the next year.

Let us go world. Let us see where this life is to take me. Let us continue this endless journey to conscious immortality.

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25 Years Old

Day 4 - March 4th: Being a Facilitator/Mentor/Older Sister

These past few weeks have affirmed my work as a poetry facilitator for Pacific Tongues. Myself and my colleague Harrison Ines reflect upon our work in this organization every week. We reflect in order to better our efforts to make a difference within our community. We reflect to better ourselves as facilitators and mentors to youth poets. We reflect because action without reflection is just activism.

Lately, the youth I have been working with have broken open in the most empowering streams of consciousness. They have written the most liberating poetry in their own rights, in their own journey through spoken arts. To know that they trust me to be an active listener, trust me to hold space for them, trust me to hold them when the darkness is over whelming, trust me to guide the path to where this writing takes them. Lately, I have witnessed poets expose the most terrifying, honest, truths about themselves. Truths that they haven't felt safe sharing with anyone else. But somehow through this process of writing, they have found the courage that was always inside of them to share their words out loud, all shakes, all tears, all raw. I am honored to be the person they trust in those moments. I think back at my own experiences as a youth poet, and how my mentors Lyz and Melvin were that for me. I am putting on the shoes that they have left for me to semi fill. They are still big on me but I think I slowly learning how to walk in them. That these connections I am cultivating with these youth poets are more than just student and facilitator. It is a younger sibling and older sibling. It is family. I look after these young minds and hearts with all of my capacity. I may not be able to save them, hell I've never said I was going to. But I know that I can try my hardest to inspire them to create the change they want to see in themselves. So to any youth poets that are reading this right now, I say thank you. Thank you for letting be a small part of this journey with you.

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25 Years Old

Day 2 - March 3rd: Goals

Set future goals for the next year. 1 year is doable. It is foreseeable, not too long and not too short.

--1 year goals--

1. Execute all Pacific Tongues Outreach Residencies to the best of my ability.

2. Get 2 new schools to apply for the ATP Grant for next school year.

3. Write 3 new poems and get them filmed and onto youtube.

4. Travel off this island at least three times.

5. Go to the Aquarian Foundation and practice spiritual healing.

6. Exercise to create better physical health and mental health.

7. Commit to being an ESL teacher for one more year.

 

 

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25 Years Old

Day 2 - March 2nd: Forgiveness

The exercise that I have taken this from states that this should be a private reflection. But I am picking up the courage to share this post. No matter how terrifying it may be. Who knows, maybe someone might read this and find that piece of bravery that was lingering inside of them all of along to do the unthinkable...to forgive.

 

I forgive myself.
I forgive my younger self.
I forgive my younger self for not knowing how to hold all the part of me.
I forgive my younger self for not knowing how to hold all the parts of me when discovering my identity was the most terrifying thing at 18.
I forgive my younger self for contemplating suicide.
I forgive my younger self for harming my body with drugs.
I forgive my younger self for being so self depricating.
I forgive my younger self for not loving herself.

I forgive Drea.
I forgive Drea for being in love with another heart.
I forgive Drea for not knowing what she wants.
I forgive myself for holding onto the idea of her for so long.
I forgive my 19 year old self for believing that was love.

I forgive my parents.
I forgive my parents for having a broken marriage.
I forgive my parents for not knowing how to communicate.
I forgive my parents for being an amazing mother and father but a horrible wife and husband.

I forgive Brit.
I forgive Brit for her relationship with drinking.
I forgive Brit for being that shade of my father that I can't stand.
I forgive my father.
I forgive Brit for having a comfortable mentality that took its time with her process.
I forgive myself for being spiritually and creatively stagnant while in that relationship.

I forgive myself.

I forgive ancestors
I forgive my ancestors for cutting off their native tongues.
I forgive my ancestors for cutting off their native tongues to survive in a western world.
I forgive myself for not learning the tongue they once spoke.
I forgive myself for feeling ashamed whenever in a room full of prideful people.
I forgive myself for wrestling in with my mixed identity for so long.

I forgive myself for comparing my journey to those around me.
I forgive myself for being spiteful to those who have achieved more creatively than me
I forgive myself for being resentful to those who took credit for my work.
I forgive those who took credit for my work.
I forgive myself for hating the community when it feels as though I am the only one working.
I forgive those in the community who critique our work but do nothing to help improve it.
I forgive the people in my life who do not take care of themselves
I forgive the people in my life for not seeking active help like therapy or AA to take care of themselves.
I forgive those who do not notice that they are hurting the community by not seeking professional assistance.
I forgive myself for not being brave enough to confront those people.
I forgive myself for being non-confrontational.

I forgive myself.
I forgive myself today.
I forgive myself today in order to put these feelings of resentment behind me.
I forgive myself today to release the clouds that shroud my vision.
I forgive myself today because I know I will need to forgive myself in the future.
I forgive myself.
 

25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25 Yrs Old

25 Days of Reflection before Turning 25 Years old.


Day 1 - March 1st: Poetry

I think its fitting making my first day of reflection be based on poetry. Since it has always been my first love. My first inspiration to have a voice. My first outlet to expose everything that has ever tried to hoard itself inside of me. 

This morning I woke up after missing 3 calls from my best friend and poetry sis, Terisa. She told me she didn't get into Kundiman, the Asian American Writer's Retreat in New York. I checked mine, and realized that I didn't get accepted either. I felt a little disappointed but the fall wasn't too bad, knowing that I had a heart like Terisa's to hold space with.  This one moment of rejection, is just another reason to be more hunry for this. For this growth in writing. For grasping more opportunties that are hiding in the distance.

I am doing this reflection to remind myself of all the opportunies and this phenomenal journey poetry has taken me on so far. A reminder, that this journey isn't over even if it feels stagnant at times. So here it is 25 things Poetry has allowed me to do before turning 25 years old:

1. Go to College. As th youngest in a family of 7, none of my siblings got the opportunity to go to college out of state. And out of all of my siblings I was the 2nd to graduate. Being in my poetry community, I was surrounded by individuals who were all hungry for higher education. My entire poetry team went to prestigeous universities. Naturally, this made me just as eager to go to the university of San Francisco. I can honestly say that to this day, I probably would have never applied if it wasn't for poetry.

2. Travel to Washington D.C.  In 2008, I was a member of the Hawaii Youth team that went to DC and got to perform in the Kennedy Center, one of the biggest theatrical stages while it was all documented by HBO. Being 18 at the time, it was all so surreal. (#3 - 9 are all travel)

3. Chicago. 2009. My final year at a youth poet. Performing in the Lincoln Theater. To this day, it  has been the largest audience I have ever performed in front of. Winning for a second year in a row. Am I sounding like an old high school football player speaking of their "glory days"? I hope not. What I'm trying to say, is that it puts a smile on my face when I think about my teenage years. How fortunate I was to be a part of Youth Speaks Hawaii. What other youth could say that they represented their state in an international competition and won twice? We represented Hawaii, for the Pacific, for our home that few ever get educated on. 

4. New Zealand. 2010.  Man, have you ever seen all the stars at night? I mean ALL the constellations? every single one of them? Have you seen green hills that seemed infinite? Have you ever slept on a spiritual holy ground? 

5. Minnesota. 2010. There is absolutely nothing like seeing the land of a thousand lakes from  a plane. All these places that poetry has taken me, has given me so much visually to remember.

6. Michigan. 2011 I helped to make the first ever USF slam poetry team and we made it to the College Nationals. Placing 5th out of 50 collegiate teams. Alaka'i, Saidah, Anja, I love you squad.

7. New Orleans. 2013. There are so many things that I'm not allowed to talk about. What happened in New Orleans, stays in New Orleans. All I have been given permission to say is: Bourbon Street, Hand Grenades, VIP Strip Clubs.

8. Boston. 2012.  Cigars, Whiskey, and Poetry. Thank you NPS.

9.  Seattle. All I can say is....ROOOBBIINNNNNNN!!!! :) Forever my sister. For.ever.

10. Explore My Identity out loud. My story of being a queer Asian Pacifc Islander will always be a constant shade in my poetry. When I came out, it was loud and unapologetic. 

11. Facilitate. There is nothing that makes me happier than facilitating workshops with the youth in my community. The hold discussions that may not be had in regular school hours. To share my knowledge of spoken word and pass it on the future generations of writers. And to learn from them so much more than words can express.

12. Mentoring Youth. If I could list every single name of every youth poet that has meant something to me, then this post would be so extremely long. The connections we build. This thing we call poetry, can be so vulnerable, and scary and empowering all at the same time. I am so grateful for every poet that has trusted me with holding space with them, their stories, their truth. 

13. Being a hand in building community. You don't do this work for the money. You do this work because of the love you have for your community. It takes village. I am honored to have mentored that have invested so much of their time and knowledge with me, to teach their ways in order to one day fill their shoes. This past year as Outreach Director has been a constant path of learning. 

14. Theater. From my own one man show I got to do at USF's black box theater, to being a lead cast member of 36th Blues in the Greenway Theater in Los Angeles. Poetry has always been the catalyst to stepping a foot into the world of performance theater.

15. Being Vulnerable. Nuff sed.

16. Push boundaries. When I say this, I mean pushing boundaries in this art of spoken word. To incorporate different forms of theater, music, movement, ANYTHING. I want to be a hand to continuously make this art evolve. It is the living word afterall.

17.  Publishing my own work. 

18.  Learning Praxis. Action and Reflection. Man, if I could get this word tattooed to my body, I would. After going through poet facilitator training, Praxis has stuck with me. It has been an echo into every aspect of my life. Its the reason why I am even doing this list. Action without relfection is just activism. Reflection without action is just though.

19. Dismantling Ego. Understanding that being a rockstar poet is nothing compared to be a dope community organizer. The world can remember you for your words on a stage but that means nothing if your village doesn't remember you for the impact you made in helping to take care and cultivate it first.

20. Conquering public speaking. Whats the top 3 fears in the world? 3. Clowns, 2. Death, 1. Public Speaking. I still get nervous as shit before performing but if I had to toot my own horn, I would say that I got this down pretty well.

21. Self care.  There was an entire year after coming home from SF that I had to step back from poetry and take care of myself. My depression had gotten the best of me. Going to therapy made me realize how many people in our community dont take care of themselves. That we are so fragile as a community because we are so fragile as individuals. Once we start taking care of ourselves will the community take care of each other. 

22. Loving loud. If you date a poet, you know that you will become poetry. I have loved so loudly. And I will never apologize for it. 

23. Decolonizing the Pacific. We are a people of oral traditions. Writing was introduced from the west.  The art of spoken word, brings us back to our roots. To sharing our stories. The urgency, the importance, the need for it. If we decolonize the way we share our stories, of simply just writing it, and tranforming the norm into speaking it. Then we as a community can liberate ourselves and our voices.

24. Harrison. My brother. Without poetry, I wouldn't have met the chubby awkward 16 year old filipino boy who would tranform in to the 23 year old dapper man I facilitate with today. I am so proud of your journey Harrison, through addiction, through trauma, through surviving. I wouldn't be able to do this work if I didn't have someone like you to create with, to cry on, and to reflect. As we say, thank you for being in the trenches with me.

25. My 2nd Family. Lyz. Melvin. Jason. Thank you for being the mentors and adult figures in my life, when home was not the best place to be. You guys are and will forever be one of the main reasons why I do this work. Because if it weren't for you and for sharing your poetry with me, I would not have fallen in love with this art in the first place.

Bleed Black and Red (Draft #1)

(The other day,
My mentor in poetry gave me a shirt
that reads,
“We bleed black and red”
I told her
that I would not wear it until
I have educated myself on this campaign
on the issues that are occuring
in Papua New Guinea
That way
I can wear it
with awareness and solidarity
on both sleeves.
This is my attempt to stand along side
the people of Papua New Guinea.)


 


 

I am not from Papua New Guinea
But I am a daughter of Oceania,
A daughter of Hawaii
A daughter of that knows what silence can do when men decide to take what was never theirs.

A daughter that knows what pain under oppression feels like.


I know what greed can do to money
I know what money can do to men
I know what men can do to the land and sea
I know the land and sea can do back to us

watch a domino effect,
karma crumbling ten folds in reverse 
dismantle mortality 

The way Indonesia strips
West Papua of its forests.
Cut down
trees until
land is a barren spine
The way their armies have stripped
West Papua of their children

Gun down
the indigenous until
mothers are forced to bury their babies in lines
The way soldiers have stripped
West Papua women of their breasts
Rape them
and tell the media that it is all a lie
Do not tell me
that this
is not genocide

 

I’ve heard of this done before
some in history long ago
some happening today
just in different shades of black and red
watch as the colors bleed through time
In Hawaii,
in the Philippines
In Guam
I can see it splattered across the Pacific
If our ocean is our mother
shes got a ricochet of wounds
and vultures picking at her sores
The big name companies, the mouthful of men with money
with wingspans that over shadow countries
are coming for her
think they can take
and take
and take
until she just a carcass floating off shorelines

Smallness is state a mind
Western ideas called us
islands in the sea
but really
we are a sea of islands
Conquerors come and
Conquerors go
but the ocean remains
mother only to her children.

Her children will stand for her
When they want to mine her seabeds for iron
until the iron in her blood is no more

when they want to drill the copper from her eyes
until the only the stars can cry for her
Her children will stand for her
When they want use her stomach lining
to harbor their weapons and naval ships

When their soldiers want to force themselves on her hips
They do not ask for permission.
Her children will stand for her
When they want to close to door to the outside world
to hide the blood on their hands
Her children will break that door down


To the people of Papua New Guinea
I will bleed with you.
colonialism is a shade of red

we in the pacific know too well
And to you listening now
What will you do
when you see your brothers and sisters with bleeding with open wounds?

When you are staring at mortality not blinking blinking twice
Will stand there in silence
or
Will speak for the silenced?

 

The 8th Annual Youth Speaks Hawaii Interscholastic Team Teen Poetry Slam

For the past  2 months I've been a main coordinator/organizer in charge of putting together the 8th Annual Youth Speaks Hawaii Interscholastic Team Teen Poetry Slam. After some major highs and minor lows, the Pacific Tongues community reminded me how much support we have within our poetry family. I couldn't have done so much of the work without the assistance from every person in our ohana. From the set-up and breakdown crew, from the folks running our door, to running the merch table, to our DJ & hosts, to our judges, to our amazing coaches. Man, I could really go on for days expressing how grateful I am for every hand that helped to create such a magical event. 
What I really wanted to do in this post was reflect....
So here it goes.

Back in 2006, my Sophmore English teach Mrs. Ahana offered me extra credit if I wrote a poem and shared it after school. I immediately said yes. Little did I know that the sharing part of it was for a mini competition that would determine the first ever Kalani High School slam poetry team. Little 15 year old Jocelyn read her political rant rhymes in front of a packed room of students and 3 unknown judges. Turns out, 15 year old Jocelyn placed 2nd and made it onto the slam team. And 15 year old Jocelyn had no fucking idea what slam poetry was. I had watched Def Jam Poetry on HBO with my mom and sisters but never knew "slam". It was until Melvin Won Pat Borja, my first slam coach took me under his wing and taught me all the foundations of slam. Little did I know then that Melvin would impact my life in more ways that just introducing me to the world of Spoken Word, but he would be a older brother figure in my life that I would constantly be learning from on how to be a facilitator, organizer, and all around better person.

 
Anyways, back to 15 year old Jocelyn. 


The very 1st Youth Speaks Hawaii Interscholastic Team Teen Poetry Slam was held at the Kalani High School cafeteria. It was nothing like I experienced before. The rush of being on stage. The ability to speaks words that I wrote to a packed audience that were actively listening to my words. The opportunity to hear voices and stories from other youth around the island. The excitement from the poetic competition. I was hooked. I was in love. I had found something that I wanted to take over me. Kalani High School (my crew) ended up winning the slam. I would go onto winning the next 3 Intershcolastics that followed. I remember thinking how unstoppable I felt. (what a little shit I was haha) The confidence I gained from slam poetry was like none other. I had a voice. I had presence. I held my head higher. The rest of my youth poetry journey can be saved for another post...

Fast forward to Nov 22, 2014. 8 years later. I am one of the head coordinators for the event. Coaching Iolani Slam and helping out with Farrington. It's crazy. To help the organization that helped to raise me. To be in Melvin's shoes. To reflect upon my growth as a poet, facilitator, organizer. It makes me stop to take a breathe, smile and simply feel so blessed. 
This year was the first year I felt like an adult facilitator. Like a legit adult facilitator. Like my mentors. I had youth coached slam team before but this year was different. Maybe it's the age, the experiences I've gone through, the growth of my spirit? Whatever it is, I have made more real connections with the youth than before. My mentor Lyz says it's because I'm finally taking myself more seriously as an organizer and I'm finally looking at myself as a confident adult facilitator. I guess she's right. Lyz is always right.  I could write on forever about Lyz Soto but I'll save that for another time.


 Anyways, back to the youth. I had never been so invested in the personal lives and stories of the youth poets. Is this what Melvin felt like mentoring me back in 2006? I think so. I'm getting it now. The giving of ones self so others can open themselves up. The first safe spaces we create are with our interactions, our energies, how we cultivate these small villages within our communities. I've been lucky to be at Iolani and Farrington this year. Both schools have youth poets that have brought me to tears, made me smile bigger than the sun and have made me soo proud to see them set the stage on fire. I'm seeing the passion in their eyes, the same passion I had my first year doing slam poetry. I'm witnessing them fall in love with the word. I've never felt so honored to be a tiny part in their poetic journeys. I don't think I could tell them how much I love them enough. How much I've grown to look at them as my younger siblings. I've never had younger brothers or sisters. But now I can honestly say that I do. And for that, I am thankful.

Melvin and I back in 2006 at the very 1st Youth Speaks Hawaii Interscholastic Team Teen Poetry Slam. Winning 1st place gold.

Melvin and I back in 2006 at the very 1st Youth Speaks Hawaii Interscholastic Team Teen Poetry Slam. Winning 1st place gold.

Farrington and Iolani Slam Teams <3  

Farrington and Iolani Slam Teams <3  


First Things First

This first post is nothing but a giant thank you to you, whoever you are reading this. Thank you for taking time out of your day to visit my website. You could be at any other website or doing something else like oh, i don't know, watching your favorite television show, stalking social media, experiencing the great outdoors or even taking a shit. But nope, you are here. Reading this blog entry. And for that, I thank you. 

I have been doing poetry for 9 years now. This journey has been a long and beautiful experience thus far. If you were to tell 15 old Jocelyn of the roller coaster she was going to be in, she probably would have laughed in your face. It's crazy to reflect of one's own origin story and see how far you've come. After the hard work, continuous learning, and all the blessings...here I am. 24 years old, just published my 2nd chapbook, launched my own website, and still as scared of whats to come next as I've ever been.

But why now? Why didn't I do this sooner or why not later? 
A few months ago, I met this womyn. She will remain anonymous. Although I had maybe at most 3 interactions with this womyn, she inspired me in ways that I hadn't felt since graduating from USF. I would like to think that sometimes the Universe sends us people to give us messages that our hearts need to hear at certain times in life. This was one of them. All of a sudden I had electricity in my veins, motivation running through me, and I said, why not? Why not promote myself? I am proud of all of my accomplishments so far in my craft. This website is just another form of self love. That even if no one views this, I am preserving this modern/radical affirmation to myself, that I can do it. And that I should constantly remind myself to believe in my art. In my journey. In all the hard work and sacrifices. 
So here it is. For the world to see. Jocelyn Ng: Poet, Educator, Performing Artist, Sister, Daughter, Friend, Future Partner. 

I leave you with a simple invitation...
Promote yourself. In any form. Whether its a selfie or website. Do it. Not for anyone else but for yourself. And don't apologize for it.