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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I was young under that Okie sun My old man chased a wild Latina one Name was Bonita — pure fire, pure sin Burned the house down from the inside in Mama’s heart broke, cried and she moaned Loaded us up with Aunt Sammie in Chevy’s chrome Chased his ass down like a one-woman war Pistol on the seat, ain’t playin’ no more Bonita’s shadow still crawls through my veins Like a curse no prayer can wash away Heart full of echoes from the dance he did Father’s sins run deep — a river that never quits Now I got a thing for crazy Latinas He lit the match… and passed the torch to me She’d hide in his truck under that quilt sewn for luck Mama kicked the door, pistol locked and cocked “Skank, you’re nothin’ but trouble,” she spat through her teeth But the trouble already had its claws in deep Ghost wouldn’t leave, just followed us home Till the only thing left was sorrow and broken glass bones Family tore open, blood on the floor And that woman just smiled and walked out the door Bonita’s shadow still crawls through my veins Like a curse no prayer can wash away Heart full of echoes from the dance he did Father’s sins run deep — a river that never quits Now I got a thing for crazy Latinas He lit the match… and passed the torch to me Years later I found out under moon or under sun She had a boy named Cory — and I’m Coy, his twin Folks down the road would whisper low “That boy’s your mirror… just ain’t your blood though” Same eyes, same hunger, same restless blood Half-brother walking with the same damn lust Bonita left more than a ghost in the night She left her poison running through both our lives Bonita’s shadow still crawls through my veins Like a curse I was born to never escape Heart full of echoes from the dance he did Father’s sins run deep — a river that never quits I got a thing for crazy Latinas Bonita left her shadow… burned deep in me
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