Catcalling

Don’t call me baby, mamacita, chiquita I’m not here to please you Uncomfortable i feel Unwanted you are Let my style be free Let the California sun Shine on my bare brown legs without your eyes penetrating them Let me be free -Ana (me)

She’s breathtaking

A pen split the room in two Sharp cutting words splattered the room A peaceful voice shimmers in the vicinity The audience once chatty is now timid All eyes on her She carries herself with grace and poise Remarkable Bright Breaktaking Powerful Her voice split the room in two

Never Vacant- Anxiety

I didn’t compare myself to other women until I realized I had something they didn’t. Anxiety. Many people joke about depression and anxiety, constantly using the words loosely. I haven’t met many people who suffer from this, heavily, so it is difficult for people to understand why I am the way I am. How do…

“Love” Stings

Love catapulted itself onto me like a bee I didn’t know it was genuine until I felt the sting It left a scar, He Left A Scar He needed me, like a bee needs its flowers Ironically enough, he never gave me flowers I often think, where did I go wrong? Where could we have…

Dime- Tell me

Don’t tell me you miss me when it isn’t true Tell me you’ve forgotten me and that I bore you Tell me you’ve found another person who will hear you out Tell me you don’t care   It’s fine, I won’t be upset ( i mean that) What does pain me are the lies You…

The little old man and his Peaches

Selling fruit to meet the demands To pay the bills To buy the medicine To feed the children The little old man drags his cart of fruit through the entire block Each strain displays how fatigued he is The array of sunlight beams on his sweat dripping face A form of hard work in a worn…

Undesirable

I feel the waves touch my shoulder My entire body has submerged in the ocean I see no one, I see water, and I see the sun Far away from the pivoting truth, yet so close to the end My head is still but also twirling in motions that are unfathomable I feel the waves…

Brilla

Your light beams from the highest mountains to the tallest skyscrapers You don’t notice it, you don’t believe it “I’m not good enough”, “my hair is too short”, “he likes tall girls” You are luminous Your light beams in their eyes, and you don’t know it What your father said isn’t true What your obsessive…

Raspados= Happiness

Raspados, also known as shaved ice, remind me of my childhood. The “raspado man” waited every day outside of my elementary school to sell his delicious frozen treats! I remember waiting for the raspado to melt, so that I could drink the juice it created. I handed him my four quarters, and in exchange he handed…

A Colorful Portrait

You radiate. You are abstract: a colorful portrait in a worn out and rather gloomy city. A misinterpreted work of art. You shine. You are complex: vividly beautiful in a dull and somber city. A different form of beauty. You are wanted and needed. You are in an overcrowded market filled with wannabe’s and look-alike’s….

I cried for him… and so did the onions

The sterling knife cuts through her onions as well as it cuts through my heart “Mami, porque estas llorando?” “Es por la cebolla mija” Another b.s excuse as to why she’s crying That bastard hurt her again Poco hombre, como lo odio… The knife cuts through her soul and her humility disintegrates I worry if…