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The White Dove Poet

Just like any story, I wouldn't be the woman I've become without the models and teachings of women from previous generations.

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A young, fair-skinned woman with shoulder-length auburn hair and hazel eyes. Her hair is tightly curled and reflects the warm indoor lighting. She's wearing red lipstick, a simple silver heart necklace, and a dark green dress. She's smiling and looking directly at the camera.

I was raised in Wildomar, California with a single mother and a small family. While I can't remember most of my childhood, I fondly remember riding my bike on the dirt road, playing with the dogs, and borrowing the same movies from the library down the street. While I still miss my hometown, I'm seeking a place to call home in Orange County, California.

Outside of school and work, I enjoy creative hobbies like photography, poetry, and guitar, and I love going to history museums, art galleries, and performing arts theaters. I occasionally participate in open mics and poetry nights in Fullerton, Long Beach, and other local cities.

I'm the proud human of three black cats: Estrella, Hammy, and Ravi! After bribing Estrella for months with food and treats, I took him off the street and officially adopted him. A year later, I found Hammy and Ravi on a shelter's website and brought home the adopted pair after fostering for four months.

Dorothy Jean King was born in Covington, Kentucky in 1933. She was my great-grandmother and the inspiration of many creative works, including "Bejeweled Grandmother."

She demonstrated unconditional empathy and love for anyone she interacted with. Whether they were family returning home or strangers walking through her door for the first time, she always welcomed them with open arms and a warm heart. She was ecstatic to prepare meals for all her guests and listening to them talk for hours; the person's presence was the greatest gift she could ask for.

Even though she passed away in 2016 when I was still young, her unwavering kindness had set an example of how I could become a better person. To honor her name and preserve her memory, I strive to become someone like her: creating peace in a chaotic world and creating a safe place for others.

An older woman with short, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. She has light makeup and smiles with pink lip gloss, staring directly at the camera. She's wearing a pink blouse and holding a dark pink, fully open rose.

Two women standing in a tree, surrounded by trunks and leaves. On the left is an older, tan woman with dark red hair and black sunglasses. She's wearing a white, light blue, and yellow blouse with dark shorts. On the right is a young, fair-skinned woman with long auburn hair and thin glasses. She's wearing a white sunhat, white blouse, and dark jeans.

Gina Gálvez was born in San Ysidro, Mexico in 1959. I met her shortly after my great-grandmother's passing in 2016.

To say that she'd adopted me as her granddaughter would be an understatement; she very quickly and eternally became my Abuelita and I her Bonita. I would visit every day after school to help with errands, keep her company, and feel safe in her home. Even after she and I have moved farther away, we continue enjoying long phone calls, exchanging pictures of cats and dogs, and planning visits at least once per year.

While my great-grandmother taught me how to express charity and compassion to others, my abuelita teaches me how to love and protect myself. Her strong personality and fierce spirit remain a constant reminder that I can be selfless and selfish. She shares an equal part of my heart with my biological grandmother, and she is a constant influence for me to become a better person.

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