Hispanish?

Hispanish?

Mis people are misunderstood

Mis people are misunderstood

My jente are malentendido

How can you stand there, I mean, sit there and tell me

That if I look like an alien then I’m not human

What makes you more of an American?

Except that you already live HERE

Land of the free, but we’re willing to pay taxes too

And work minimum wage not because of stereotypes

But, because, have you ever lived THERE

It’s a place called Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Haiti, Ghana

And now, there’s also, U.SA

See, mi Tia calls it U.SA

It makes me wonder how you sir can judge me

By my brown tone of the roots that bore me

The hair that is too strait to get braids

The hard working qualities that are required to stay alive in a place where most people live off of a $1 a day

The four last first names, all from my ancestors

The freedom of speech, libertad de palabra

Tengo poder en este Mundo

I have power in this world, right?

Since our president is Negro

And we’re always talking about colors but at least they all got along in boxes

Now we’re all in boxes, unless we unite

Become encircled in Enchiladas, Tamales, Pollo Frito, muy rico

But the rich never tasted something so delightful

Unless they count their money

It’s funny; a dollar here is 18 lempiras

And I’m still much wealthier when I’m living for my family

I at least have a home and a community that consists of an aunty here, aunty there, tio aquí, tio allá, nieto por aquí, another cousin from a friend, and then most importantly,

My mother and father who taught me to speak up

Especially when languages no oyen don’t hear the screams of help

Ayudame, por favor, y yo te ayudo,

Unless you think of my hand out as a slap in the face

To someone who doesn’t have to struggle with being new to these parts of town

A Lil Sunshine To My Cloudy Night

A Lil Sunshine To My Cloudy Night

Yes, I do get my days when rays of sunshine sometimes stay hidden

So it seems forbidden, but I try to play hide and seek

Hoping it peaks through the clouds and shouts my name

Like,

"Gooooooood Moooorning Loooooooove"

And I love my good mornings because I'm never mourning

Just yawning and breathing in the freshness

And it's lessons that adds stress in the blessings

I'm resting, just expressing that at nights when the stars shine

And still I can't find lights in my cloudy nights

I just need something to make me smile

I'm living in a world where swords are everywhere

And I can never compare happiness because it happens less and less

Sometimes I just feel depressed

And I want a recess from this test that reflects on my strength

Because there times when I'm just weak and vulnerable

Unable to fight against the wind because it blows my defenses down

So we go for another round and I'm on the ground

Reminiscing about the times back when . . .

So, I remember my past like the clouds just cast a shadow

And my thoughts just scatter

But what matters the most is that I'm ALIVE

Because I go back to the attacks and the burdens as tracks

What I used to lack I now have and it's the little things that mean the most

Like a close friend who asked for words, and I was not most aware of what I could do

So I use my tools to write the wrongs because

"I'm just dwn and really needed 1 of ur poems 2 cheer me up"

So I decided to send poems thinking I own them

But as I write this I realize the kisses I lay on peoples hopes and dreams

Because they cope and seem to live a little more with my words

But what they don't know is that I appreciate them

Alleviate when I get the courage to erase the pens they're held in

So I'm giving my best to the rest of the world

As they are my fans who cool me down when I'm redder than peppers

And I'll remember when I'm as gray as the clouds

That I'm living for those who never knew

Never knew that you bring me sunshine, even if it's just a little

It's enough to make me smile

Age and Numbers

If age is just a number

Why does it matter when love is added?

Aren’t problems subtracted?

Or have you multiplied the type of boys

By the games they play?

See, my legal age doesn’t make me a man, just yet

But wait a year and I think I’ll be the same

Just another being, being the best he can be

My future lies in the truths that doesn’t come before

And more like the answers after

So let me ask you,

Do you want your daughter to be happy?

Yes, well, so do I

And I don’t say I do till I know it’s true

But your views of me will stay the same

I can’t complain

I understand,

I’m just another boy trying to be a man in your books

And all I’m trying to do is get in between those sheets, right?

No, that’s not me

I like to read between the lines

Because sometimes that’s where you’ll find the truth

The other youth who thought he could heal her

So he appealed her to love him

And she did

Not knowing that he hid a temptation

All he wanted was elation

And now that’s what’s holding me in square one

Because the cycles seem the same

And I’m the “psycho” stuck in the “game”

Guess I need a new objective

Because age is nothing but my youth growing up

So if you’re giving up on the chances

I hope they dance to salsa and let me lead

I don’t want to get stuck in the music hearts play

But in the happiness that comes after

So I’ll stay after the song is over

Even if you don’t care how old I am

I just want to be man enough to go against the world

I want to be boy enough to learn from my mistakes

I just want to be old enough to ask for your hand

Without promising a future,

Only because we need the present to gift our love

So we can package it, send it to our tomorrow

And see if it still feels like today

Lonely

Lonely

Sometimes in a world full of a million people

You just don’t want to be that million and one person

You just want to be on an island

Where the only problem is how many coconuts should there be for lunch

But that’s when you start thinking

That you’ll be trapped forever

And you’re brought back into reality

Only to forget you had dreams or hopes

So you begin hoping your dreams come quick

Quicker than it takes for the journey to even begin

But that’s when it ends; the pain

The pain that seems to gnaw at your skin

Somehow you still want it to pick at you

Like you being first chosen is the best to ever happen to someone’s life

That’s two strikes, two strides to worry about

Too much to take into consideration

And it’s too lonely when no one knows two souls are not whole

So instead of a million and two, you’re both a part of this world

A cold place that replaces faces like commercials

Holding like kisses for only seconds

And the seconds it takes to make a million and three

Is diagnosed by the million and two decline

So have you forgotten the feeling when you were just three?

A family, parents who apparently had it planned

That you’ll grow old to become someone

Yet, on this night you ignite the candle to keep the dark alleys lit

Maybe leaving a path for someone to keep on walking

And forgetting you were holding the light

Instead, just holding the brights from those who don’t understand

So they continue forward, away from the darkness

Not knowing that underneath all that black there’s rest

A colorless view that is open to directions

A way of life that seems like death is around

But what’s profound is not that there’s so much negative

But what’s in sight is twisted into not positive

And the answers to life is only to take breaks at times when you want to be alone

Only to come back into a world of a million and four people

And pretend like nothing ever happened . . .

Stuff

Live. Live...LIVE

Heaven. Heaven...HEAVEN

Words make LIVE feel like HEAVEN

Heaven feels Live, because this is Real Time

I don't stop life to expect the unexpected

Pause the game so I can win without Reset

Retell, the story because I'll be gloried

Superman of Future battles

I live with no grammar

Because English isn't my first language

Human hearing is my vibrations in the mentals

The voice that's heard when others are too scared to tell the truth

The only reason I speak for you

Is because someone spoke for me

I was unspoken because I didn't know how to talk

Now I have voice, and a meaning

Give me a pen and set a meeting with the World

I need to announce something

I POET

I could go on and on about life
But that's what scares me
Half of what I tell people seem to be dreams, de javu or a past happening
What's happening?
It feels like I'm forgetting my past
So it has come to pass
And I'm down below my thoughts because to swim up stream seems a challenge when I don't even know what I'm swimming towards

Lost and forgotten seem to be the words that cross my mind when I think of you
But just yesterday the day became the past
To you the last one has lost one and you're in need of hugs
Well, that's not how it works all the time
And you should know
I'm not one for enemies but my entity entirely aches because it has yet to let go
That's why I'm here to let show that its not me that's lost and forgotten
I've lost that feeling inside that feels like light but makes me conscious of what's to come
I've forgotten how it feels to be happy around you since its equally better to be happy with someone anyways
And I've gained some knowledge
That if you have some sense you shouldn't pay attention to things that are shiny
You never know, it might just be your reflection
So check what you see before you try to attain it
At least I'm not lost or forgotten anymore