Jay Cordero
Bio
Hello!
Ever since I was little I loved stories; they made me feel connected to something bigger than myself. This is why I am working towards becoming a writer. I want to be able to replicate the bliss I feel when reading for my readers.
Stories (28/0)
I Didn't Vote
Yes, you read that right. I did not vote in this election. Honestly, I'm tired of defending myself and my choice to abstain from participating in an institution that is mostly corrupt and does not care about its people. People claim that we live in one of the greatest democracies in the world. But where is that democracy?
By Jay Cordero3 years ago in The Swamp
For My Dearest Friend
Around November of 2019, I was suffering from a crippling depression that plagued every aspect of my life. I was lucky to have the people closest to me to help me. Out of all the miserable days and nights, there are a handful of times that I will never forget.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Humans
- Top Story - September 2020
Dominicana SoyTop Story - September 2020
It is difficult to celebrate a heritage that is constantly rejecting you. You never felt Dominican enough. You always felt a need to overcompensate for some of your “undominican” behavior. You took classes to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. Still, your latinadad was constantly in question. You don’t look Dominican. You don’t sound Dominican. Those words were often spoken to you.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Families
Merengue Tipico; In My Heart and Blood
Every Dominican knows there is nothing better than dancing. And what is dancing without music? The Dominican Republic, mi tierra. My birthplace. The land that birthed merengue and other beautiful things like Bachata, mangu, sancocho, and of course - my favorite - my entire family.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Beat
Depression is in Love with Twitter
This is the unfortunate love story between Depression and Twitter. So, I have depression. I possibly also have a form of bipolar disorder. Not sure. My last psychiatrist was really bad and diagnosed me after meeting me for the first time, which is a shame because the first psychiatrist I ever saw was really good. Anyway, back to the topic.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Psyche
- Third Place in Iconic Duo Challenge
Wear Your Damn MaskThird Place in Iconic Duo Challenge
Here’s the most iconic duo of all: YOUR FACE AND A MASK! Over the past few months, we’ve heard about and even seen people on video refuse to use their masks in public. They insist that they have a right to not wear one or that the rest of the population is allowing the government to control their lives. They become irate when asked to wear a mask for the protection of employees and other customers. They refuse to acknowledge the severity of the current situation and can’t see past their interest. They scream at the top of their lungs about their rights, not taking into consideration that others have the right to safety. Rights are not limitless and endless. Therefore, there is no such thing as the right to not wear a mask when it means putting at risk the rest of the population.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Longevity
Inside Oneself
I’ve been locked up in my room for a week now. It’s mostly by choice ( if having crippling depressing is a choice). I haven’t showered since the last time I went outside, and I haven’t been eating either. I think about my life and everything I haven’t done. I think about my family. I think about my friends. I think about everything that ever brought me joy and all I can feel is apathy. You’re pathetic. I know, but I need to keep trying, right? My head hurts and all I want to do is cry and sleep. Sleep and cry; look at the sky from my window, it doesn’t call anymore. It doesn’t bring any hope or joy or happiness. What are you doing? I ask myself that question every day, wondering if I’ll ever find my purpose for being. I walk back to my bed. I stare at the stairs that lead up to it for what feels like an eternity. Instead, I sit down on the hard, cold floor.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Psyche
Ella and Sam
Ella "What if he's a murderer?" Sam asked. "He seemed nice when I texted him," I said. "Are you fucking kidding?" "Move, I need to get my mascara." I shoved Sam out of the way as I walked through the narrow hallway towards my room. My steps were short and quick. My hair was still damp from washing it earlier. Sam followed slowly behind me, as she usually does when I get ready when she's here. Once I got to the room, I stopped for a second, trying to remember what I went there for.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Humans
10 Ways to Cope with Current Times
As a socialist organizer and DSA - Democratic Socialists of America - member, I have chosen to dedicate my life to fighting for the working-class; that means fighting for anti-racist, anti-colonialist, feminist, democratic, working-class centered issues. However, a lot of what I do can become overwhelming and exhausting quickly. Sometimes just witnessing what is happening can be enough.
By Jay Cordero4 years ago in Motivation
- Second Place in Everyday Heroes Challenge
