streets carry scars of

our stuggles/ modern slaves to

 social politics

 

♫ Isla

Isla bonita

 te querro ♪

Kiskellya la bella

Desde la terra, Te llevo

Me seimbro con tus raises ♫

To my grandmother

Who held down three jobs

Three kids

Never lost a pep in step

She was anita la electrica

Abused by her father who was so black that he was blue.

He treated her like she was just

Another esclava.

She grew up as a welfana

And maybe it was just destiny

Because like a phoenix

She rose from his ashes.

It was a pink mansion down on east 34th street

by Eastside Park

She waited

at hand and feet

on a white man dreams

‘‘ana antonia ! Negra ! Come here por favor.”

For years

She was the humbled house servant,

Giving my father a new dream

One that the island couldn’t give.

She saved every nickel

For the sake of fulfilling

El sueno

That her sons

Wouldn’t make shining shoes a profession.

Cause all you would hear

From dawn to dusk is

The melody of a child

In a mans voice

“Limpia , Limpia’ bota”

My grandmother , my mother and mentor

Has the heart of a queen

And blood of a slave

Running thru her

She came a long way to nowhere,

Her cant

Break me

Shake me attitude

Is what drives me

Materialistic things have yet to faze her.

And yet

She has

never written any sonnets,

any poems

Has never picked up a paint brush

Has never worked corporate,

Not a doctor or a lawyer

But for the past 27 years

She has been my teacher,

Her living room ,

Has taught life lessons that are beyond my years.

This class room

Is the only class room that ever mattered

And this ..

This very moment for mama

our economy

is  hell in a hand basket

what have you done mr?

So I wanted to try something a bit different I worked on this theme for a bit. Trying to find words that will fit sometimes might seem a bit easier than what we would like them to be…

A  B C on this love affair

Asshole

Because

Cheating

Damaged, destroyed

Everything……..

Fucking

Gave

Her

Insight……

Justify

Kindness

Loosing

Monogamy.

Never

Once

Pausing…

Questioning

Repercussions

Substituting, substance…

Tainted twisted truths…

Ugly unknown….

Vanishing vibrant visions

Widowed!!!!  Wondering why wedding-bells won’t work.

Xenolith,

Yearning yesterdays…….

Zen……

Masses of cowards’ spoon-fed, political beliefs

Fads

Falsified number,

Broken ribs, torn ligaments

Unable to walk to straight.

Suicidal catastrophe

Fighting wars over seas

Losing the battle in our own homes.

Babies raising babies

Unfit parents, blaming society.

Point fingers at their peers, the government, society, nuestro barrios.

Never at themselves

Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.

Some people should procreate.

God is cheating me.

Willing to change my life

Two miscarriages in, no one knowing my silent cries.

A year of walking into my office

Seeing my secretary chant along to the sound of the tv.

“You are not the father” Every day I walked in,

 Feeling, the theme would be haunting me..

“today on the Maury show, 6 kids and 7 possible baby father” ..

 How sickening a government  aiding those who own  “baby sweat shops”

Our parents being abused in nursing homes

As these whores parade around living their lavish lifestyle

.. Working 15.5 hours a day so this broke chick can live off my sweat…

Disaster… History is bound to repeat itself…

Different politics… Different players.  The out come

The same

Rich getting richer, the poor still in the ghetto.

 

 

Hello beautiful world..  So I wrote this pieces a while ago, I completely abandoned it.. but  like the story is told.. our work is never complete merely abandoned. .. .I took a jab at making it into a haiku…  not perfect but it was a great challenge…

Physical cutting

Released my pain, caused through my

Carless actions

Paralleled in the

universe / a reflection

Released his poison

Happiness…. consumed……..

condoms found in the car not

yours? Hard to believe

Double life lived

never knowing  the real

you/ I was your toy

Husband Out on tour

faithfully recited my

vows / to a devil

Empty half truths… Smiles

Elaborate …calculate

Ed/ I love you babe

Life lesson never

Become a mere footnote in

Your own novel

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I can’t remember what it felt like before the pain…

                 Right now I am a burden…

Take me by my hand, dance this tango,

                 Melody ♪ ♪ Alcoba azul ♪♪….

Find beauty in my imperfection…

Por favor…

Loyalty was much more important to me than fidelity…

                         Betrayed both,

Leaving you with no alley…

                          Me without hope.

In the bitter cold of the night,

                  Long roads leading you to no where…

Wanting to push you from the cliff

               and catch you before you reached the ground.

This vicious cycle, must cease

            Secret meets, stealing moments at a time

Knowing this would end in disaster…

            Illusion of love broken ……………….shattered,

I left pieces of it every night I walked the streets

      Asking myself questions only you knew the answers

Your lies became your reality,

 Diluted each passing day,

Every kiss,

….

Never wanted the truth,

Just wanted your loyalty…….

Grab my hand….

Chest to chest.

Dance this tango….

♪ ♪ Alcoba azul ♪♪….

Good bye my friend.

Maldita bruja..–
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