Laughing loudly at the student center,Platonic soulmates joking about their next adventureTwo life’s completely different from one another,Spent fondly walking through life keenly aware of our colorsAware of the privilege it is to have our cute little apartment with cats Read More …
Poem 434
I try to walk down the street.“Gimme a smile sexy” I try to go get a coffee.“Can I get your number baby?” I try to go to school.“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” I try to have a Read More …
Poem 910.2
You are more than what you allowed yourself to beYou can become more than what others told you to beYou have grit, strength, kindness, and wisdomYou are bone and bloodStardust and cosmosYou are humanAnd you are beautifulAllow yourself to be Read More …
Poem 910
America is often called a “melting pot of cultures,”A swirling pool of color and substanceAn overwhelming sea of hot white, dominating and swiftThe colors may mix but the blinding white remains constantThey fight and fight, bubbling up and spilling outAs Read More …
To a Lonely Thirteen-Year-Old Girl
People ask me now, why didn’t you leave? He was a monsterBut when you truly meet one you understand.To a lonely thirteen-year-old girl getting abusedIt isn’t because he’s a monster.It’s because you are,and that feels way worse. My mother has Read More …
Poem 247
I’m Mexican-American and Southwest Detroit is my home.It’s full of beautiful black and brown people.It’s full of colorful murals.It’s full of lowriders.It’s full of rap, R&B, and Spanish music.It’s full of Mexican restaurants and stores.It’s full of schools and happy Read More …
Free be poem 808
What is it to be a woman?To be a woman is to be askedWhen will you have children?When will you get married?To be a woman is to be toldDon’t show your shouldersDon’t be too bossyDon’t be too loudTo be a Read More …
poem 380
My culture feels like home.It makes me feel like I’m not alone.Many things come from being Mexican.Strong mind, and hardworking adrenaline.Countless times being told we’re not better than them.We just want to live the same dream as you.Even if you Read More …
Poem 575
Resistance is justified when people are occupied,You often hear this line,To describe genocide,It would have been bantered in the 40s,When the lives of our Jewish Brothers and Sisters,Were stolen. Resistance is justified when people are occupied,Unless they are of Arab-descent,Or Read More …
Poem 246
My race hold privilege, although many will denyRacist comments are made with no consequences, anything fliesSomeone should call them out, but no one wants to be that guyI hope that a more equal society will blossom, as time passes us Read More …