Indeed

I needed to hear it, listen to it, see it, touch it, and feel it

I can’t just work by memory

Because if we think about it

How many memories of love do we have?

They are so few that I hang on to them with all my might

Pero cuando es solo una persona con el peso del recuerdo, it hurts.



And since I love and approve of myself como dice la Louise Hay

Today I forgive you and I let you free

And with that I free myself too

I free myself so I can meet someone who can offer me real love

Not that your love was fake, but it just wasn’t fulfilling

Like going to olive garden and not eating bread sticks

The love I envision every morning (that’s around 11 am for me)



Tienes la maña de irte cuando la cosa se pone buena

To walk away from love when it’s the most intense

I grew up with fear

And I don’t want it in my relationship, in my menudo or in my diet coke

And since I’m letting go of **** right now

Mr. Fear, I forgive you too and I let you free

And with that I free myself too

I free myself so I can walk firmly, sin miedo.



You have a wondering eye, why lie? (And so do I)

****, I cheated on you I don’t know how many times

But the difference was I know how to cover my tracks

And I forgive myself and set me free

I cheated myself

Believing that I could find the love I was missing from you

Inside other men’s ****

So I ****** some mean *** ****

But I would do it fast thinking that you were home waiting for me

How considerate of me!

Indeed.

I want to write you a love song

Smooth-slow

And soothing to your ears,,,



I want to write you a love song

That takes you to a moon made out of brown sugar

With giant crimson trees

And big strawberries,,,



I want to rescue whatever romance is

I want this song to touch you

And run down your skin like thick, warm syrup made with rose petals and agave honey

I want you to lay back and listen

Listen to our love song

I know it's cheesy but I enjoyed writing it

Oh baby riding slow

On that old Chevy of mine

Baby just you and I

At Cesar Chavez park



Tu y yo under the stars

Listening to old jams

Te acuerdas de our song

The one that made you cry



I go down, you exhale,

Then poetry fills the air

Baby just you and I

At Cesar Chavez park



This is no LA poem

It’s LV vato love

Just hold me apretadito

Papito don’t let go



Rest your head on my shoulder

While you’re holding my hand

It’s me and my only baby

At Cesar Chavez park.

Papeles pa’ que los quiero

Si tengo mente pa’ pensar

I think therefore i resist

My humanity is not made of plastic, ink, paper or congress



It’s made of flesh, soul, sangre



Who will be a citizen?



            Silent tongues, grateful bowed heads, patient hands, traumatized spirits, beaten souls, tired eyes, tinted dollar bills, recycled cans, college degrees. Corporate dreams.



Who will you have to become now?

How many more masks should you wear?

Where will you leave your soul at night? Before the sun shines and you go off to Corporate America, soulless and blind.



Will you also be genetically modified? Layered, self censoring resistance thoughts… who will you be? Who will you have to be now?

Crúzate conmigo wey and let me dream

No liase que seamos undocuqueer

Al cabo que el amor no ocupa visas



Firma con tus labios el contrato de mi piel

March next to me

Aquí no vale el papel

Propose to me at a demonstration

Kiss me and retaliate at this ******* system of subordination



Baby we are fighting for love

(and against deportation)



            No pardon needed here for being fierce

The only paper I need right now is the one embracing this ink

I also need you here

No human is illegal

And love is undocuqueer.

Once they told me I couldn’t speak

So I yelled        I conjured love           I sang

            I prayed and moaned

I wrote             I recited healing thoughts

            Then, I also spoke

                        But when I spoke they laughed at my accent:

So I wrote more poetry just so that I could expose it even more

Turned my accent into seeds and planted them deep within my soul



I painted my accent,               made an offering to my Mother Tongue

            Blood offering, feathers and honey and all kinds of foods

                        I praised my tongue, I spoke  

            I accented my existence

Because I don’t speak plainish

            I speak with Spice.

it ain’t got to be so complicated

knowledge should be available

free and running like water streams and ****



love should not be incarcerated

neither should dreams be lacerated

amongst barbed wire fences and ****



no body parts should feed the desert

no last breaths should be taken at the edge of dreams



why is it gotta be so **** complicated?

Filling out papers and ****

Singing hymns and chants to the empire

            Why should some hide their red

            While others call it patriotism?

Yet, the sinister of their practice is glorified and praised and ****

Praised like Jesus.. en el nombre de Cristo Jesus



A pregnant woman left to starve

            While pedestrians watched

                        And children recorded

Children,

            Children beaten by life

Children who beat other children unconscious

Drug dealing children

            ******* children

                        Illegal alien children

Poor children

                        Poor colored children



Why has **** got to be so complicated?

We as a society feed off their flesh

Their voice, their fall from grace

We feast off their broken spirits

Cash checks over their corpses

And we demand more



What type of society are we

            That we demand doom

                        While claiming privilege and ****?