I take pride in my roots
I take pride in my melanin
And my ancestors
All those who have persevered
To get me to where I am today.
I take pride en mi pelo rizo
Gracias a Dios..

I carry my culture in my curls to
The poetry that runs through my
Veins
rushing
pulsing
sweat on the furrow of thy lip
beading
ache of the toil in their fieldwork
sweet
azucar negra
my ancestors blood was sweeter
they still don’t want us here
but some things never change
but we are able
and no beautiful ignorant person
Will ever take that away.

Diabetes, babe
Why can’t you be kind to me?
I appreciate your sweetness and all.
Setting my life on “reset”
And making me feel like ****

Diabetes, my love
Can you please be nice to me?
Give me a few more years to live
Stop making my mouth dry
Stop making ‘ama cry

Diabetes, chiquito
Tratame bien corazon,
No me metas tentacion
Por que de ver los tamales,
El pozole, el salpicon
Se me olvida que el suicidio
Se esconde en un chicharron

Diabetes, mi rey
Anda pues no te hagas wey
Que la dieta sea mi amiga
Librame de la fatiga
Y de la azucar maligna

Diabetes,
Let me live
I want to eat cheesecake again
Life without sugar is lame
And equal is not so great

Diabetes, babe
Let me be…

take a walk to air out my skull
the summer on a week long break
no sweat forming on the brow
the cemetery almost empty
on this Saturday Morning
graves, mausoleums, and monuments
as far as the horizon will carry them
all contained by the twisting limbs
of great ancient trees
I am worrying about things
like the rent and the electricity bill
and the milk and sugar
azucar y leche
and how many cigarettes I have been smoking
these men and women
will never be alive again
to worry about such silly things
victims of the civil war
brother against brother
victims of the passing of time
breath against breath
one and all
strolling down riverwalk ave
the old train tracks running along
the spine of the James
always flowing
streaming
as birds dip in and out of the banks
and the shin high grass sways
with the music of pleasant mornings
and see a family
small children running up the grass hills
only to sprint back down at double speed
not a moment spent out of breath
and I think back to that time
when we found a quiet corner
and let the lighter light up a bowl or two
for the dead homies
and how much we laughed when one of us fell
and how much we gasped
when we saw the small tent village
of homeless people living in the wooded outskirts
their clotheslines bare in the gentle breeze
How insane it is
that we should all
walk through this park
the scent of what life promised us
fresh in the air
as we lazily stroll
through a vast field of corpses
immortalized through monumental history

If I could dedicate a day to her,
It would be today.

Because tomorrow,
I can read this again.

Aunque estes golpeada y malnutrida
nunca te escondas de mi
No conozco nada mas
Aqui tendras un hogar
donde tus heridas seran cubiertas con azucar.
Tus pesadillas cesaran.

Llevaremos nuestros secretos a la tumba
donde nos enterraran juntas
Que nos encuentren con lirios en el pelo

Eres mi guardian, siempre mi amiga fiel

Pero que la piel se quede asi,
de leche y azucar.
El tono de tu ser en el viento
se da a un tono rojizo.
Aun que la lluvia moje tu cabello
y se vuelva el color  mas cercano a el amanacer
que quiebra la luz.
Rayos cerca de mi, para mi.

Lo pienso y lo que quiero.
Si tu me viste ese dia, y tu pretendes
ser alguin indifferente. Talvez tendre que
ver el azul de tus ojo una vez mas.

Y cuando pases a lado de mi tendre girar
y decirle al viento suavemente las minimas
palabras que quiero que escuches.

consumistas
consumistas de objetos, de la falsa dulzura del azucar, consumistas de necesidades sociales, aceptaciones, consumismo pidiendo mas,consumismo pidiendo mas, consumismo consumiéndonos.
Que pasaría si tuviéramos sed de  recuerdos, momentos, sonrisas, si tuviéramos necesidad de escuchar carcajadas, de amor, de respeto, si entendiéramos que este mundo solo andamos de visita,  esta hecho para cuidar y no para consumir.