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"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.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Los Angeles Angels
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
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
La Cara Linda Deya
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.
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May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC
"Mamacita"
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
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Senorita
"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
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Torreon
"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
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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
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Mamacita