My family tells me that
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until tu read the compelling
poems tu will understand
why my journal of poesía
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
poesía and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
escritura this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my poesía means the way that it
does to me,
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until tu read the compelling
poems tu will understand
why my journal of poesía
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
poesía and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
escritura this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my poesía means the way that it
does to me,
Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
más belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
tu that I don't
amor you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
amor me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like tu who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted tu I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami amor me?
Do tu know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
más belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
tu that I don't
amor you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
amor me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like tu who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted tu I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami amor me?
Do tu know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)