Singing along,
As I have done so many times,
But today I forget,
To agree with the lyrics,
And find myself,
Lost,
Lost in the music,
Instead of words,
Singing to the tune of another's song,
The words of a poem,
Infused with melody,
And dancing through my mind,
In spontaneous truth,
And then,
Lost,
Lost from my memory,
Gone as quickly as conceived,
And try as I might,
Cannot be recovered onto paper,
Lost.

it was nice of you to
say you loved me but
it would have been
nicer if you meant it
it was kind of you to
tell me you cared but
it would have been
kinder if you had been
there when i needed you
it was sweet of you to
say i was yours but
it would have been sweeter
if you had kept me

As a young Latino male,
I am looked down
as a gang member,
even when I have no
gang colors on me-
but wait, to them,
my skin is the only
color they need
to categorize me
as an illegal immigrant
that just had crossed
the border, and is affiliated
in a gang.
And if sticking up
for my people,
for my blood
categorizes me
as a "gang member"
then I do not know
what to tell you.