m-bocio
Dominican
I was born in Dominican Republic and came to the United States with my parents at the very young age of 2. I've grown up in the US, but have always valued my Hispanic culture as much, if not, a bit more than my American upbringing. Religion, culture/ethnicity, morality, lifestyle, human nature, nature itself, among other aspects are the focus of my writing. I don't really have a first language, I learned English and Spanish at around the same time. Most of my poetry will be in English, and style-wise, I prefer free-verse and prose poetry so most of my work will be that way.
Treachery
A stinging sensation
A sense of indignation
Oh the smell of treachery!
When those that you love
And those whom do hate
Clash and break tragically
Like glass slammed on rock
Or an egg smashed in its crate
Oh the smell of treachery!
It’s nothing to do with you
And nothing to deal with me
Yet we’re here inevitably
The betrayal, the lies
No one wants to compromise
Oh the smell of treachery!
Two faces lodged in one
But one pops out a gun
And ends the ordeal fatally
Say it takes two to fight
Yet not one willing to lose
Oh the smell of treachery!
Point fingers at everyone
And you say do what you preach
All I can say is to that is: pure hypocrisy
Oh the smell of treachery!
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC