Beauty is a state
Of mind. But all of our minds
Have been corrupted.

I love being Chicana because it gives me a sense of belonging.
I hate being Chicana because I am not a true Latina, nor am I a true American.
I love being Chicana because of the authentic food my family brings to the table.
I hate being Chicana because people assume that all I eat are burritos.
I love being Chicana because I was born with the ability to move my hips and dance in a way most white girls can’t.
I hate being Chicana because I look white and not Mexican.
I love being Chicana because it gives me a reason to embrace a beautiful language.
I hate being Chicana because people automatically think I can speak English and Spanish perfectly.
I love being Chicana because I have the most caring family.
I hate being Chicana because I was raised in a lower-middle class household.
I love being Chicana because I was raised to learn and appreciate the value of everything.
I hate being Chicana because I am expected to bear children and marry a hard-working man.
I love being Chicana because it sets me apart.
I hate being Chicana because I am expected to know American history as well as Mexican history.
I love being Chicana because I was born in a free country.
I hate being Chicana because I feel out of place when I travel to Mexico.
I love being Chicana because I have created goals for myself that no one ever expects me to me reach simply because I am Chicana.
I hate being Chicana because people don’t believe in me or my abilities.
I love being Chicana because I have the strength and willpower to prove them wrong.

Dance with me, darling
Dance with me under the stars
And the glimmer of the moon.
Dance with me, darling
Sweep me off my feet
And make me swoon.
Dance with me, darling
Hold me in your arms
And let's sway to and fro.
Dance with me, darling
Just hold me close
And don't let go.
Oh darling, just dance with me

Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because of my illness.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because my days are difficult.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because my illness is not your burden.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because my illness won't allow me to love you right.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because I still love you.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because I wouldn't know what to do without you.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because I am still so terrified.
Don't leave me I asked softly
Don't leave me because you can't deal with it.
... Wait, where are you going?
Please don't leave me I asked softly.
Don't leave me because I don't know what to do without you ...

He asked me do you love me?
     I said oh yes I do.
     Do you love me?

He said oh yes I do
     Never let me go
     I love you so.

He asked me do you need me?
     I said oh yes I do.
     Do you need me?

He said oh yes I do
     Please hold onto me
     I need you so.

He asked me do you want me?
     I said oh yes I do.
     Do you want me?

He said oh yes I do
     Always believe me dear
     I want you so.

I have so much love
to give, but it seems like no
one really wants it.

I once loved a blind man:
He loved to travel and see the world around him,
He loved to see the progress made in his physique,
He loved to look at all the pretty girls walk by.
I once loved a blind man:
He saw the buildings towering above,
He saw the darling flowers,
He saw the vast azure sky,
He saw me standing in front of him with arms opened wide.
I once loved a blind man:
But he couldn't see ...
He couldn't see what I had to offer,
He couldn't see how much I cared,
He couldn't see how I longed for his embrace,
He couldn't see how much I loved him.
I once loved a blind man:
And though he couldn't see how much he meant to me,
He opened my eyes to the man he truly was.

It's late and
as the moon remains in the sky for several
more hours to glimmer through our
bedroom windows and all the world is
asleep except for me, all I can think is that
I miss you ...
And that's all I have to say about that.

She was the subject of a sonnet:
Her radiant glow matched that of the sun's
and her green eyes matched the color of emeralds.
Her wavy hair matched that of a chestnut tree.
Her dress matched that of a dusty pink rose.
Her smile illuminated my dreams
and her laugh woke me up in the morning.
Her loving embrace kept me safe
and her sweet kisses brightened even the darkest of days.
She was my muse,
my subject,
my sonnet.

The silence is screaming
The noise has grown so loud
My heart is bleeding
More than it has ever allowed

Why is silence the scariest thing
Though it's such a cliché
It's always so frightening
It just doesn't go away

Silence holds on so tightly
Way too much
It creeps up nightly
With a gentle touch

Can I ignore the silence
And not have nights filled with pain?
Those nights feel endless and timeless
And contain a nostalgic violence

Where can I find my bliss and peace
I hope it's not so far
And all I have to do is release the pain
So I no longer bleed and just be left with a
Scare of what used to be

Why is it that I
still feel ugly even
when wearing a dress?

Play me a love song
And let me know that every lyric
Is the poetry you wish you could speak to me.

The glass stained with
the kisses of her children,
of her loved ones,
saying goodbye.
The coffin drenched in their tears
and covered in roses,
and daisies,
giving a little life to the dead body
before it is buried away forever,
with her husband,
who has waited 10 years
to see his wife again.
And now that they are reunited,
they will smile together for all eternity,
knowing that they have lived happily
with all their blessed children
and will reunite with them all
one day
in Heaven
where they will introduce them to God
and the family will never break away again.

She's smart, **** and has class
But she can put a bullet between your eyes
Just like that.

The war has started:
There is no denying that society is
Deteriorating.
All this racism, sexism, hate
Is aggravating
And is now activating
Another war
In which we will have to fight
Yet again
And begin delegating
And advocating
For what is right
And choose our leaders wisely
In this war that is generating
And is just so devastating
To think about and watch people
Suffocating
And separating.
But it's not too late:
We can still fight
And not further activate
This dangerous state
And end up having to put on armor plates to protect ourselves
Or having to relocate
Because it is no longer safe.
So let us concentrate
And focus on having out voices heard
Before it is too late
And the world decimates.