Tag: #poetry

When you say I’m too loud, I carry the boombox of a Bronx summer block party higher on my back. I’m in love with the loud of my voice, I treat you well with my truth. The macaw and I...

Amanezco en este futuro sin ti— ——————————algo raro, grave. Me acuerdo de tus manos todas jorobadas por el artritis y como siempre me despertabas así con una rascadita en los pies y un tierno “Gooood mooorning!” Dicen que pasa el...

  History teaches us that the marginalized always use art as a means of speaking about their pain and sorrows. Art, whether it was music or poetry, was also used as coded language that motivated those who suffer to rise...

Barely 17 years old, and yet I’d fight with anyone who dared To tell me that Spanglish wasn’t A language. Spanglish was so deeply intertwined With my identity, that any attempt To invalidate it Was an attempt To invalidate me. The only thing I knew how to speak where I didn’t have to censor, filter, or hinder the only language learning allowed...

Coger pique con el celular  porque no hay un keyboard en spanglish and I have grammarly, español and english qué calvario! qué paciencia! y qué bueno! ¿quién me manda? a tener el corazón dividío* en tre** a vivir la poesía,...