sjsprWriting

I’m not that abstract.

I’m not that “undefined.”

I like boisterous, rhythmic music and a tangible fluency in my sentences.

I generally don’t like writing poems,

Or,

Writing things about myself.

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This is awkward.

My favorite things are making people smile,

And,

Catching myself mid-smile,

Thinking,

&#...

A prisoner among strangers,
you yearn for compassion.
Looks of disdain and judgment from each direction;
the margin is your permanent refuge.

Black sheep, you have never understood their ways
black sheep, you are the blackest of them all
Black sheep, they want to bleach you until your blood runs white as well
Black sheep, do not conform to what they want,
don't let them hurt you.
Black sheep, why do you allow their incessant crit...

You are the folds in a weathered book

and a spine lovingly cracked

(open me read me mark me)

You are the color that cuts open the night

and the silence that comes after

(gashes of blue red purple yellow beautiful and explosive gone in a second)

You are the flag with one star captured in a broken diamond

and an unfurling pattern of red and white red and white red and white

(an open palm held out in a broken promise: h...

I am hyphenated.

Asturias, Galicias, San Juan;

lay-over in Kansas.

I am dual-passport,

dual-citizenship,

split nationality.

Born red, white and blue

from red and yellow.

There are a few things that are known to say a lot about a person

Like their bad habits, their hands

The way they take their coffee

The way they mold their dialect

And the way they spend their leisure time

Me?

Sometimes I drink too much vodka

Or eat three servings of rice in one sitting

But my most unhealthy habit, by far,

Is comparing myself to others

And my best, is l...

Animal Lover.

an·i·mal lov·er [an-uh-muh l] [luhv-er]

1. One who weeps as the sight of those uncomfortable, guilt-filling commercials, coaxing you into supporting their efforts to rescue animals.

2. One who was raised surrounded by the love of animals for the entirety of their life.

Mistaken Gringa

Hay veces que solo veo una luz

Que va acompañada por el tirintintín de campanas

Apoyada por grandes columnas de mármol

Enriquecida por creencias pasadas

Es como un eterno funeral

Constantemente lamentando la gran pérdida

De ese cadáver iluminado

Que una vez llevaba fuerzas armadas

Hay veces que solo oigo cánticos

Los cánticos de las almas de los má...

I am daughter of nomads

Parents who couldn't stay (together)

In the same place for too long.

The thing I’m best at doing

Is leaving/moving.

I’ve never known a confined life.

My mother fed me freedom,

My father taught me courage.

I am filled with open spaces

And fields of flowers

And an ocean to escape to.

All I’ve had is space to run.

I have my father’s phi...

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She Moves

Born and raised on the edge of the ocean

An island that calls home the forlorn

And calls to her with its every breeze

Its every amiable smile

Serra

Olive skin tones, sunkissed by the summer skies

A few curls, ...

There are two identities to him,

one that he doesn’t even know.

There’s the easily adjusted, international citizen,

and there’s the him that I know.

There’s the multi-cultural artist,

the pensive writer, the words man.