I write this poem
For three to see
for two to like  
and the one who will lie awake is me

I work and toil and pick my brain
for the right words to fall to the page
for only you to see
my pretty words and not my tear stained face
behind the screen

My works Ive raised up from sprouted seeds
Now live on digital pages,
srcolled past, theyll be.

My writing was meant to live on beautiful pages
That will bring the love of writing to new ages
of children and dreamers, soñadores ,
with stories to tell

But for now,
three people will see them
two people will like them
and I am the one lying awake at night
full of unrealized dreams.

You are a woman.
You are sweet.
Glazed over your sharp edges,
you look just like me.

Speak softly,
your voice glazes over your thoughts
like a seafoam over the sharp ocean stones.
Be kind, be sweet.

Your skin is perfect.
Shiny, hard, like plastic
Smear your face with gel and creams.
'Till your as glazed as honey
from a bee.

Don't Let the tears flow.
Hold them in a well
Until your eyes are glazed as can be.
That way your soul can hardly be seen.

Don't Be Seen
Like this doll.

Cover your eyes while his hand twiches
You already know what comes next.
You can't run.
You can't hide.

All you can do is smile.

Brought forth by sin.
Born of my mothers womb,
dressed in fine lace,
who know this had all started so soon.

Some day,
I'll bear one too.
Through pain and blood,
I'll create one just like you.

Like crushed pomegranate
blood seeps down my legs.
I was a girl when it happened
I was pure, sweet like sugar
but I drew an ant.

His hands, they carry sins of disgrace
but once they touched my flesh,
The burden was mine to carry.

My silks of white were stained with red
like small seeds of pomegranate had bled
That day I thought I'd rather die
than feel like I've been burned alive

The color of my Skin.
My deep, dark eyes.  
The curl of my Hair.
I can feel your the heat vindictive stares.
The twist of my tounge.

I speak my language with courage,
Not with care of your fears
Illigal Alien, They call my kind.
All I want is a place thats mine.

Nomatter, I'll continue to stick out
Like a sore thumb, I will not run
from your vengance.
I'll stay here and take it.
You held power over them
but never over me.
My curly hair runs long, wild, and free.

You have lost the fear held
in the eyes of my uncolonized ancestors.
Now I face you with strenth
My dark eyes like stone cold pools of depth that
you tried to breed out.

Como un bailador,
I'll twist away from your nasty tricks.
I'll thrive, Child of the sun.
Brown I am.

I saw you cross the street with her.
She's so pretty.
I didn't know...
You had someone.

I don't know why,
I don't feel the need to cry.
This time around,
Maybe I'm ready to move on.

When I saw my heart stopped.
When you crossed the street.
Her doe eyes killed me,
You never looked me in mine.

Maybe I'm not so ready
To move on.
Maybe I won't cry this time
Because I've died.

My Tio
He lives on Leisure Town Road
Where hard work
Is never had

He lives in a magic world
Where money is no object.
Where you forget
The family you left behind.

The walls of his home are perfectly painted
A smooth cream white.
Unblemished.
A contrast to the peeling green walls he grew up in.

My grandma
She lives in a trailer park.
Watching babies all day so that
my tias can work.

He doesn't think about
The walls he grew up in.
Or the way his mom can't afford a home.
Leisure Town made him forget.

I think I love you
More in my mind
Than I do
In real life .

The way you smile,
I don't know why,
But I romanticize you.
In my mind your perfectly mine.

I have a story,
A perfect script for you to follow.
Like a romcom I wrote
But that's not real.

I not a realistic person.
I want perfection.
Your not perfect.
Neither am i.