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"lupita" poems
Man, my head hurts, it feels like I've been hit by a freight train! What's that you say? It was raining kinky-women everywhere. I'm a super freak, I lost complete control, got out of hand, did a striptease in Tijuana last night!? **** that sunlight's bright, please close those blinds! What's that you say? I got in a little fight in Tijuana last night!? No wonder I've got this swelling, a huge black-eye! Hey, has anybody seen my wallet or my skivvies!? Jesus, who's matchbook is this!? "Pepe's Donkey Shack"! Who the hell's Lupita!? And you say I'm a freak!? It looks like you're the one who tweaked in Tijuana last night!!!
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
In Tijuana Last Night (You Tweaked)
you are so beautiful *such grace in your words, power spills forth with magnitude* you are so beautiful *may your light shine beyond all boundaries* YOU are so beautiful st - 5 mar
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Lupita, Lupita
I blew in from the camino like a wild tumbleweed, the smell of iquana hung around me like a dark cloud as I slumped onto the barstool & ordered a tequila with the worm. The mariachi was as loud as thirty babies screaming, I knew it wasn't me dreaming. In the darkness & haze, I used my dynamite-eyes to scan the spinning room & I caught Lupita looking. We ended up on the wilder side of town that night, I fought three banditos and a chupacabra, beat the snot out of all of them. If it wasn't for this Betty Boop tattoo on my *** that classy senorita would have married me, lucky me.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
I Caught Lupita Looking
Saguaros stood like spiny-sentinels as I sped along the Camino, alone, top down. Warm winds & tequila-breath burned my shot-eyes when I first spotted the thumbing Lupita, way south of Ensenada on good 'ole 1. Her graceful toothy-smile under her full lips seemed gracious as I pulled up alongside her, kicked the door open. She hopped in & we catapulted with her hair streaming & brown-skin shining in the falling sun. We hit high speeds smiling as we continued south, driving into the coming night. Twinkling-stars & static-filled La Bamba-tunes kept us company. We discussed sacred-mysteries in broken languages, later, counted each others toes, rubbed noses in my bedroll. In the morning, she was gone left me a note & the ruffled rose she had pinned in her raven-black hair. As I drove off in a dreamy-state, somewhat disappointed, a spiraling one, a lone black bird trailed behind me, I'm sure it was her. Soon, she disappeared from my rear view memory, but never out of my mind.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Never Out of My Mind (The Thumbing Lupita)
A Queen like me is Stronger and Wiser Than who I use to Be. The pain I endured Made me WHO I AM. I Am a Brown skinned Black is beautiful Queen. With short naturally Curly hair Like my sister Miss Lupita. I have the Golden touch But my intelligence Is even Greater. A Queen like me isn’t Perfect. But my values are Worth It. And my potentials are Endless. A Queen like me learned How to love myself Unconditionally. Because I am a QUEEN. -Chelsea Sumner
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
A Queen Like Me
Stormtroopers descended on Baja, rolled over the disrepaired highways under the crescent moon, both crazier than loons. Dressed in full battle gear, our billfolds were stuffed to the hilt with pesos, mouths watered for some aged tequila & worms. We met Rosa & Lupita outside the cantina, the drinking place guarded by ten-year olds carrying machine guns covered with duct tape. In the morning, we were penniless with hurt heads & sore feet, the amigas were gone.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Hurt Heads & Sore Feet
Anejo shots started a tempest swirling, locomotive-steps winding under the spinning-lights, faces poked in and out of the crowd of crazed-pagans, undulating in sweat, nicotine-breath & tequila, dreams of freedom. Lupita hollered her name like all the rest with the same name, phantom-dancers squeezing each other for romance, before the stars settled, the sun rose on the zona of broken-roses.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
Zona Rosa (Freedom Club)
It's truly a happy place, scores of turistas sitting under the relentless sun, freedom club warriors inhaling fifty-year-old anejo, gulping those mezcal stingers & imbibing golden beverages believing every girl named Lupita professes true love.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Zona Rosa
Lupita, Teach me that the black girl Is more than just, that – More than just, A **** provoking short-skirt Tight-thick-thighs temptation More than just, A slim waist, supple flesh And ‘shuga’ Stare into my ignorant eye, And teach me Lupita.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
THE BLACK WOMEN YOU SHOULD MEET: Episode 1
Today was okay, I mean I got an A. My tickets are confirmed. My friends said they love me. A guy said I was hot. Some strangers said I look like Lupita. I laughed with some people. I got all my homework done. But he called me a ***** Today wasn't okay.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Sometimes the bad clouds the good.
The tears run down and fall off my nose I hide in my attic where nobody goes I clench my fists And gasp for air My head is pounding But i don’t care No matter what i do Depression always pulls me back ‘No you can’t be happy’ it says ‘The only way you’ll ever be happy is if you’re dead’ I shake my head and pull my hair I dig my nails into my skin And watch my arms bleed Trying to fight these demons I’m not gonna let them ******* win.. Because of all of this I don’t feel alive it doesn’t make sense I just wanna be alright I ******* hate this Please let me go, let me be happy it’s been 8 ******* years please let me live my life in peace, I’ve been chained up like a ******* dog By depression and anxiety They’re both slowly killing me they don’t let anyone or even myself try to save me Please...all of this needs to stop.. Depression makes me feel like a piece of **** I feel like a burden to my friends..even to my own ******* family When I was younger, before my cousin killed himself he said: “Depression is like a big fur coat It's made of dead things but it still keeps me warm.” I didn’t know what he meant.. But just as depression and anxiety started to consume I finally got it.. I’ll admit..one of these days, I don’t know when I’m gonna eventually give up, Put a gun against my head and pull the ******* trigger.. ~Lupita Society
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
The inside of me