Tacos fritos oil's drip
drop by drop
skin by skin
i eat the flesh of my own
taste their blood
drink their sweat
i become the piece of glass
that cuts their knees
as they kneel
i am the extra chili on the sauce
i'm the rock in the beans
the high pressure in their veins
the cents of their paychecks
dry cement on their boots
in their hands:
i'm the most hurtful cut
i am a sign in their thoughts
i'm a moment in time
small piece of their soul
the beggar's ***** clothes
oil stains in the streets
i am the memories of dirt floors
jalapeños
pork skins and sour cream
the pains of poverty...
xtp
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Tacos fritos oil's drip
drop by drop
skin by skin
i eat the flesh of my own
taste their blood
drink their sweat
i become the piece of glass
that cuts their knees
as they kneel
i am the extra chili on the sauce
i'm the rock in the beans
the high pressure in their veins
the cents of their paychecks
dry cement on their boots
in their hands:
i'm the most hurtful cut
i am a sign in their thoughts
i'm a moment in time
small piece of their soul
the beggar's ***** clothes
oil stains in the streets
i am the memories of dirt floors
jalapeños
pork skins and sour cream
the pains of poverty...
xtp
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