Best Latino Poems

Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. 
My first language was Spanish. 
Learned from sweet stories told by my papi at bedtime. 
My tongue a formation of the stardust...

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One. Latino boys like Buffalo Wild Wings. It isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

Two. Latino boys are persistent. When he asks to kiss you for the first time, say no. Why? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and...

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Harps cling to clicking castanets, swinging Latino takes a flip.
Acoustics aspire delirium, you treat me like Salsa and shake a hip.
Rainbow across the sky appears, six years become a sixty more.
Saccharine sweetens with your friendship, with good times together spent galore.
Having iced tea on lemon...

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No Latino

Donald Trump
Anti-migrant rant causes campaign bump.
Foolish remarks puts his empire in peril,
Possibly losing–lock, stock and barrel....

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The cute, lisping leather jacket
births from the door like
God's only child

and coos on the phone to
God
         knows whom.

He is the messiah
the one we've been waiting for.
Beautiful browned skin isn't
what the good were expecting

But,
    ...

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Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.

Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.

I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages
The girls are angry
but not...

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The night deepens her charms
On the threshold the bells toll
Shadows follow her treads
Evading hushed moonlight sheen.

Yonder bellows the wind 
Werewolf’s sniff their clans call
Clouds play hide and seek 
Terror the night she in her minks:  

Merge shape shifter moves in stealth
Foot print to feline...

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Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.

Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages,
sweat and lay down
under a...

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Temblando al borde de la locura
Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad 
Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración 
sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida 
a caminar con tanta fabulosidad. 
Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad, 
mi cabello es una curiosidad, 
hay mucho acerca...

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