"peron" poems
I am drowning in a sea of cries.
The society degrades us with so many lies.
As we stand alone together I’ve yet to realize.
Why didn’t Eva Peron win the Nobel Peace Prize?
I am drowning in oppression.
We are unique in every way.
Strong girls are "Tomboys".
Weak girls are hidden behind words they can't say.
I am drowning in ignorance from the men who call themselves "superior"
I dwell on the fact that to a man, I am inferior.
I am faced with the hardships that come with a female role.
Don’t try to tell me about heart and soul.
I am drowning in a pool of madness.
Number one cause of death: SADNESS.
No one ever dies of a broken heart.
I’m dead because I’ve spent so much time falling apart.
I’m drowning in a sea of grief.
This topic was never really “serious”
They say “A woman can never be a commander in chief!”
And if I defend myself I’m either feisty or “on my period.”
I’m drowning in confusion.
If you’re not a man, you’re weak.
Because you’re the one saying it, it’s an illusion.
It’s not important what you speak.
I’m drowning in SEXISM.
Yeah, you thought I wouldn’t say it.
I’m not backing down!
I’ve got pride, courage, optimism, and wit.
I’m a girl and I’m proud.
But I’ll be called out of my name if I say it out loud.
I’m female and jubilant.
But you won’t understand if I tell you what I really meant.
I’m drowning in . . . PAIN.
I’m drowning in. . .REGRET.
I’m drowning like a rock,
That shouldn't even be wet.
You can’t try to be something that you’re not.
So stand up tall, and be proud of what you’ve got.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
Celebrating something you briefly learned and you expect a few dozen people in the plaza, calm and content celebrating the May revolution that happened over 200 years ago.
You step off the subway, walk up the stairs to the sidewalk and it's foggy from firecrackers and grills filled with chorizo. Banderas waving with Eva and Peron's faces. Drums pounded as the people sing VIVA LA PATRIA.
You're alone, but somehow not afraid because even though this holiday isn't yours, you recognize the nationalism they sing of. A nationalism only a porteno could possibly know and love and understand and feel and celebrate. But for that day, you overcame your extranjero and smiled at the kids waving their flags, your friend using two hands to eat choripan, the hunt for locro, and the mosh pit that was trying to get the closest view of the concerts and firecrackers.
When you return to the states they'll remember it as Memorial Day, but you have learned how to celebrate 25 de mayo.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
The moment I saw you I instantly knew
You are my greatest dream come true
You are the girl that was meant for me
The promise that has come to be
Finding you seems like forever
Reminds me of the time when I never surrendered
And now that I have already found you
I am so sure that this feeling is true
The pain and hardships have come to pass
A reminder of how broken my heart was
But now you have healed my heart
I swore to you we'll never fall apart
I never believed in the word, "forever"
Until I found out that we're together
Oh my love I wish it could be
Together, forever only you and me
Destiny is one of a kind
The rarest peron you'll ever find
And with that I should let you know
That girl, I never ever let you go
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 9:32 AM UTC
It begins under the sky...
I make a promise and begin walking under the rain..
Yeah! I keep on wandering
for the first time,I am living for another peron
I have something o protect
so that I never ever lost it again;
Yeah!! I have a wish; have a wish ...
I have a wish in my heart...
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
El lecho, aquella hierba de ayer y de mañana:
este lienzo de ahora sobre madera aún verde,
flota como la tierra, se sume en la besana
donde el deseo encuentra los ojos y los pierde.
Pasar por unos ojos como por un desierto:
como por dos ciudades que ni un amor contienen.
Mirada que va y vuelve sin haber descubierto
el corazón a nadie, que todos la enarenen.
Mis ojos encontraron en un rincón los tuyos.
Se descubrieron mudos entre las dos miradas.
Sentimos recorrernos un palomar de arrullos,
y un grupo de arrebatos de alas arrebatadas.
Cuanto más se miraban más se hallaban: más hondos
se veían, más lejos, y más en uno fundidos.
El corazón se puso, y el mundo, más redondos.
Atravesaba el lecho la patria de los nidos.
Entonces, el anhelo creciente, la distancia
que va de hueso a hueso recorrida y unida,
al aspirar del todo la imperiosa fragancia,
proyectamos los cuerpos más allá de la vida.
Espiramos del todo. ¡Qué absoluto portento!
¡Qué total fue la dicha de mirarse abrazados,
desplegados los ojos hacia arriba un momento,
y al momento hacia abajo con los ojos plegados!
Peron no moriremos. Fue tan cálidamente
consumada la vida como el sol, su mirada.
No es posible perdernos. Somos plena simiente.
Y la muerte ha quedado, con los dos, fecundada.
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