"mamacita" poems
Mamacita hold me dearly under folds
of black hair where light can't shine I
feel the warmest with my nose
pulling deep breaths of floral shampoos
and hot mesoamerican corn tortilla
from the oven with pepper carnitas drifting
through cracks under locked bedroom
doorhandles, in the bed and under
an azetec starred quilt duvet between sunshine
brown arms with tiny black feminine hairs,
I think about dinnertime at seven
with my warm Mamacita and her cousins
and of all the caring people
L.A shared with me.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
The shape of her eyes
built with the truth
to keep her love a disquise
dark eye shadow her past as my proof
Ive seen and held her when she cried
I would never tell a lie
I keep my words smooth
mi cara linda
"even when I say bye
i still look into her eyes
just to say I love you"...
Her eyes change color
emotions and stress
built on another
leaving her without rest
The fire that burn inside
spirit wanting to be free
in the deepness of her mind
cant you see? her love is mine!
I see in her eyes
the story deep behind
the very knot & hard ties
twist and many turn arguments that left dry tear trail scars
and fear burns
.
many had held her down,
even when she was right.
mamacita they block your shine
cause they scared ill make you mine.
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
7/7/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
My favorite teacher, you always knew what to say.
The truth.
I learn best the hard way, and you knew that.
You let me.
Always there to help when you can, never judging.
My best friend.
I succeed and fail and learn and grow, you watch proudly.
I love you Mom.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC
These are borrowed words
That my tongue didn't have
I love them because they are sweet
They dig across the beauty of my intelligence
Am worn if I fail to say it kindly
Mamacita, wrap your hands around my waist
And make me your golden belt
In walking side by side
The world will approve
I forgive for being too beautiful
But not for robbing my senses
I whistle in Spanish
For am sentenced by your ways
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
"Baby Brianna was five months old when she died...she had multiple broken bones. Over thirty bite marks. She was beat to death..." "Susannah Martinez (campaign ad)
Doe eyed ghosts
Y los ninos mi corazon
Mall haired mamacita with the lined lips
505 madonna meant nothing to you
Bust that cap while she sleeps
Represent
And leave the little ones behind
Curled up against her cooling breast
Black blood and coffee grounds under their nails
It took them weeks to starve to death
Abuelitas they lament
Light the candles in Torreon
Would you buckle under the weight of tiny bones
Small hands that clutch the sky
Sightless eyes
Fragments of a smile stopped by a single shot
Gangstas gunning the wrong house
Little girl lost in poppi's arms
would her whispered breath against your neck
bring one tear
Baby Bartholemew in his car seat
choking to death in his own blood
Head lolling back crying for mommy
One last time
The sound...the stench forever resonant
Cuz teddy bears cant stop a bullet can they
Wrong place
Wrong time
Hand the grieving parents a tissue
And straighten her hair
For the cameras
This indignation will rise
Bile in your throat
for the next 40 minutes
Until you return to the blur
Of your regularly scheduled lives
We're so casual with our offspring
But Brianna, Bartholomew
and the ghosts in Torreon
they haunt these tears I cry
"It took us three years, but we fought to make it a death sentence. Baby Brianna's picture still hangs in my office." Susannah Martinez (campaign ad)
I will not forget....
TL Boehm
December 2010
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Mamacita
Coke-bottle figures are motivation
to get close to you.
I arrive to Spain clinging Molotov
Cocktails
(it’s not Spanish but least it’ll do)
to see blossoming tulip dresses
I bend kneecaps to Barcelona, Medellin,
Buenos Aires, Santiago, Puerto Rico
Mexico City, Madrid to get
a sense of your flower-nightlife
Swallow Iquitos, hills of white
rice fields.
Conquistador I bachata-bachata
love you gyrating exoskeletons to
Reggeton
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC