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I, too, am black
I, too, am black inspired by the late great langston hughes Although you may find me fair With medium brown eyes And naturally weird hair Of mixed heritage too many to name One thing was the same We’ve all shared despair Believe it or not, in fact I, too, am black I have been stabbed in the back For being too much of this And not enough of that Have been compared to what exists And been told how...
Untitled 2
Untitled 2 Life, suffering and death-- the eternal holy trinity. Already I know too much about numbers two and three and am still trying to figure out what Life really is. Is it the routine and plodding of our days, the bittersweet bread earned by the salt sweat of our brows? If so, I want nothing of that life. It shackles me. I have no need for a daily chain. I want air, sun, grass and mud below...
black: of color pure and true
black: of color pure and true ( dedicated to mi pana, pedro pietri, and inspired by the late malcolm x and dr. king, who inspired me to read that dictionary and to use those foreign words ) according to those cunning custodians of webster’s wicked wishes that which can best describe our kind is: “black” but a petty middle english adjective perhaps borrowed from the old english “blaec” and akin to...
just friends
just friends “just friends,” I promise I won’t mold you into whatever I want or make you invisible I won’t inspect you dissect you and reject you I won’t beat you enslave you prostitute you fuck you, screw you, nail you, bang you, ball you and let you c*m only when and how I want I won’t impregnate you in the name of male supremacy and private property or refuse to wear a condom and then abandon...
Wet Poems in the Dark
Wet Poems in the Dark The wind sings lonely moonlit breezes tonight. Oceanic echoes from places I've yet to see travel through my window softening my skin with salted kisses. A'l Cuco no le gusta que lo llamen El Cuco. When feeding him morsels of your heart, Shake roses over his head perfume his inhalations with your soul. Whatever u do, no lo llame por su propio nombre. El prefiere "Mi Amor"...
Nena de La Luna 212
Nena de La Luna 212 There was a time when mattresses served as trampolines; Centerpieces in fields of rubble. Gasoline perfumed the air, garbage bins large enough to conceal hosts of sins still smoked Plumes on the wind from last night’s bonfire. Plastic tops scattered rainbows dotted the slate of the concrete landscape. A small stick, tapped along railings and fences kept time with the rattle of...
Soñamos y Lucharemos
Soñamos y Lucharemos We are, Somos, lo que soy Descendants of the hopeful and the practical whose dreams tacked down the uneven path for who we are today. Leaving all that they knew to follow a dream into the unknown. From barro to concrete. Children of the the Juanitas y Marias, Juans y Jaimes Left to stand, in stead,, for their honor. Crushed by an opportunistic system which then pointed at...
Chapter 3 Peinate el pelo
Chapter 3 Peinate el pelo El que no tiene Dinga Tiene Mandinga. “Carmelita ven a peinarte el pelo” “ Ya voy mami” Uhhhhh,How I hated when mami used to comb my hair! I have curly hair and for some people they will call it: "pelo Malo". Mami had a routine of using oils to soften the curls. There was always a particular oil for the condition of my unmanageable hair. Mom used to put a little bit of...
Rican Issues
Rican Issues Say W hat? Could you please, Pleaseeeeeeeeeee repeat Did you said:” Molleta? Prieta? Morena? Ohh African! Hmmmmm, Soy Puertoriqueña. Yes, P uertorican. That I don’t look W hat ? Oh , I guess I don’t look cafe con leche mancha de plátano Mulata, high yellow grifa By the way I did not know that there was a Puerto Rican look. And, what exactly is that? That I just look more what? Well ¿...
Untitled
Untitled Iam Amapolas Chrysanthemums Guanábana And the tender meat of ripe mangoes. My skin have bathe in crimson roses And birth life In a jungle Of impossibilities. This body have Rebirth scars That lacerated the souls of thousands of warriors Like an amazon I fought my right To caress my wounds And seed the pain In kisses Engulf in the aroma of orchids. I breathe cinnamon & Acerola Sweet...

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