Un Gusano Strategic 

they told our women.
Vuela alto,
 le decían. 
it was the easiest tool
to destroy 
las alas de mariposa
 ¿sabías que todo sale de la tierra?
and us
with our 
podemos resistir 
así como los gusanos 
que arrastran hoy
sus cuerpos.

Mujer con Voz


Del Otro Lado me Espera la Bruja

“Una mujer…Una mujer…

Una sola.

Me va esperar…

del otro lado del camino,

del otro lado de las dudas,

del otro rincón verde,

con los ojos amarrados sueltos,

agitando mi cintura con su feminismo,

con la paciencia que solo tienen sus manos,

y que ahora termina,

y que ahora comienza,

y que ahora regresa.

Otra mujer…

Otra distinta…

Otra plena, 

me va esperar del otro lado. 

Otro lado,

otro lado,

más claro,

lleno de espinas,

arropando la gravedad,

que llega con el café oscuro.

Ella sabe porque me espera, y sí, también mi equipaje de pensamientos 

están listos, 

esta mochila de tu olvido anda conmigo,

y ella,

la otra mujer,

que camina encima de mis costillas,

me espera 

me espera

y yo, muevo los pies 

fijamente en el reloj de su mirada.”

Mujer con Voz
Foto por @nattalonzo✨

Get my poetry book here.Thanks for the support! 

My Own War

Mi revolution is silenciosa
Me desvisto con la ropa puesta
Canto y bailo on top de las pestañas del peatón furioso

I am too real to be around

Mis victorias no son Victorias Secrets… son más bien triunfos con panzas y narices redondas
Me mandan a vestirme porque mi personalidad los sofocan
Soy mi propia batalla

I am my own war
and mundo

que buscar dormir en una mata
que gana sin querer
que quiere porque así es
y así se la pasa comiendo una revolución de chinolas en su boca.

Mujer con Voz ©2016

Photo Credit

Book Release 

Hello everyone, todos los que me acompañan, I am writing to all of you to thank you for all your support and appreciation of my writing. I also wanted to let you guys know that my first book it’s finally a reality. You can order the book by clicking on the Pay Now button. The name of my poetry book is “Para Cenar Habrá Nostalgia.”The book is in English, Spanish, and Spanglish, just like my writing and life. I hope all of you can read me.




Book description

The agony of being an immigrant and not being in a constant place is spilled wrathfully and fairly on the pages of Para Cenar Habrá Nostalgia. In the midst of arrival procedures, fatigued train rides, living adaptations, and a very loud Dominican accent, Fior E. Plasencia presents a collection of poems that excavates the damage experienced since she and her family departed from the Dominican Republic to the United States. Fior also reveals a more familiar devastation: a journey with her body and soul growing up in the neglected parts of New York City. The persistent sensation of returning to her native country is sensed in her multilingual words, yet, they also rise with self-determination and appreciation of her brown complexion. Throughout her poetry is a non-conformist voice; her rebellious spoken words and dominicanidad are offered as the true forms of the diaspora revolution. The author serves the feast to the reader with tropical nourishment, memory, sarcasm, humor, survival, and homesickness. Here you will find authentic verses dressed in Spanish, English, and Spanglish infused with recognizable flavors, bilingual dilemmas, reminiscent of a childhood on the island.



Photo by Fernelis Lajara @Laj13

A collaboration with the Dominican writer and photographer, Joelle Santos @Azuquita.prieta.

She looks like home
Full of emptiness
spaces and silence
She feels like home
She is home
Ella es freedom

– Nakedness


Yo a ella la he visto
walking with whatever the hell she wants
Always with her stomach full
loving the curves in her eyes
the same way she
values the corners of her breasts
Desnudez of the body and soul
she prefers
Sumisa no es
Intesidad carne de viva mujer
She is not dead inside in a body that’s alive
she is butter in the fly.

F.P. @Mujerconvoz_poetry

Torbellino Ella

Photo by Djilas Gomez @ Djilasgomez

“Tal y como es, la mujer, es un torbellino de viento; te arropa y sacude cuando es necesario”


“As it is, the woman, is a tempest; she gives you shelter and shakes you when it‘s necessary”

Cuentos del Salón 

Salomé, solo quiero
que me sueltes los moños.
Domingo es hoy.
Quiero verme entera;
entera, enterísima, entérate…
yo te pago lo demás



tú …
con t mayúscula.
suéltame los rolos.
Yo quiero soltar la vida.
Yo quiero soltarlo todo.
(No sé lo digas a nadie.
Entre tú y yo, na’ más.)

Don’t Date Women with Stretch Marks

Don’t date women with stretch marks.
Do yourself a favor… and run.
¡Corre! ¡Corre! Run far
away from them, like
you’re in a marathon to
a black hole, you’re not
going back to Earth.
Ellas son la Tierra,
swallowing your memory,all
up to the moment
you see her.
They know how to
use their white lines
against you.
They know what it’s
like to be stretched
all the way… into a poem
pull all the way back
like Afro-Caribbean hair,
pull back like a metáfora
and still be glorious
and still be alive
having a permanent mark
on you.
You would be missing…
under her curvy smile,
you, will be
like an empty black
and gray wall
in lower Manhathan
on a lower backstreet
full of colorful graffiti.