Where I’m From 5/5 (4)

I am from hot irons glistening with steam, from needles that poke and dirty windows that get a scrubbing with the Clorox that we praise.
I am from the old brick New Orleans style house.
I am from football Saturdays and getting reminded the Golden Rule and the smell of greasy bacon and sticky donuts when I wake up.
I am from the pine trees swaying in the breeze and the tomato plants standing tall.
I am from church on Sundays and freckles all around.  From the Mulig branch and the Shirley.
I am from running around the neighborhood and making sweet fresh jelly with family.
From, please get along with your siblings to thanks for setting the tone.
I’m from Jesus died on the cross and kindness will get you through life.
I’m from if you don’t eat seafood you’re not going to like my family.
From crawfish boils and cornbread dressing.
From the Papasitos’ story and the laughs.
I’m from 10035 Clemente Circle.

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The Little Blue Planet

Can you look behind you
and stop looking in the mirror, stop living in a reflection?
It’s not really you. It’s not real,
but turn around, please, Just look.
It’s broken, it’s cracked and it’s irreplaceable. It’s our home.
It’s earth, the little blue planet.
It’s a dark place to live in now because we made it dark.
But why don’t we help?
Why? Why is that fair? Do you know?

We took everything,
everything from our planet.
It was a friend, not a person, but it was alive
with everything living on it.
We wore it down, though,
down to a solid and unliving figure, standing alone,
Overheated, melting, caving in.

It’s not simple anymore.
We’re too self obsessed.
We’re too busy looking at our phones.
We think we can’t make a difference.
We think is pointless to try,
but it isn’t.

Adults always teach us to believe, but it’s hard
when those who teach us to believe break
not only their promises, but they break the world.
They hand over a pile of trash and expect us to clean it up.
Maybe it’s not fair, but life was never fair.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself
And do something.

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The Heart Hears Music 5/5 (9)

Fallen light slipping through the grasp of leaves, littering the ground
Violet flowers dance across the speechless grass
The soothing smell of honeysuckle floats through the air like a pixie
A lake, standing still, peacefully smiles
Oar dips, sending ripples of life
From an old rusting boat
In the forest the ears may hear silence,
But the heart hears music


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The Note 5/5 (1)

I thank the silence
That keeps us apart.
And the darkness
That lets me sleep at night
Without pondering the question that looms above
What are we?

They said love was warm and soft
Like the baguettes found at a french bakery.
Yet it feels heavy and cold
Almost like guilt.

They said love was beautiful and gentle
But as I pass him,
I feel like I’m being stabbed
As false joy disguises dread.

They said love was a blessing
But they’re wrong
It’s a curse
Coated in desire.

It all started with a note
from him.
So obvious and blunt:
I love you.
So simple and evil:
I love you.

I cried.
Maybe from pure joy
or pure anger
I loved him too.
Just not what we’ve become.


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Why

Those special memories
When we climb Mr. Bijan’s favorite
tree and steal the fruits

Those special days
When we cheat on the tests but
we never got caught

Those special times
When we tie the running contest
and we had to share the trophy.

Why we stopped it
Why can’t we stay together like
we used to do

Is it because we are far away from each other.


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A Satisfying Morning.

The sun rises up in the sky
Making pink, yellow, and orange
Colors that dance onclouds
In perfect harmony
The birds tweet a song
A song that makes the world clearer
A song people wake up for
A song I wake up for
Dew drops sit on the roses outside my window
They look so delicate
So smooth
So real
And yet when I touch them
They disappear
Like a spirit in the real world

I can only imagine where they go
Does it snow there?
Do the stars shine?
Does the sky turn gray when melancholy?
I’ll never know

Morning doesn’t last forever
But it always comes back
When the sun and the moon switch places


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Dog Fight

Running from a pack of wild dogs
Only to be cornered
Grasped by the collar, pulled up by the alpha
Socked in the face

A million bees sting me
A hundred alligators bite me
A thousand people laugh at me
Nothing compares to the pain I feel right now

Thrown into a dumpster, the pack howling and saying,
“You couldn’t hit a bunny!”
I drah myself home, like a pitiful puppy
I return to my pack, blood and dirty while they lick my wounds with love

The next day I come back like coyote looking for its prey
With bandages on my side and pain my heart
I show up to the pack of wild dogs
And leave a token to say “thank you for making me tougher.”


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