Best Vazquez Poems

If I Tell You, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

If I tell you, Puerto Rican I am
What comes to mind?
Morena of “el barrio” or Blonde woman of “el barrio”
Better yet, pale skin-blonde from up north
That one, the straight English-speaking wanna-be
“Con su pelo lacio”

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Labels, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Girl, teenager, young adult, woman
Hispanic, Latina, Puerto Rican
Sister, aunt, godmother
Lesbian, woman of color
How important are these labels?
Why use them to define myself?
Better, use to be boxed within brackets
Brackets many times use to oppress me and those a like
Box me
Reduce at time, close...

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Deep in the cave inside my heart
Is the place you'll never be
It's sealed and locked forever now
Because you threw away the key

You've stolen all my faith in life
And my ability to love
I have no big accomplishments
Or accolades to be proud of

Remember when we got ****-faced
and...

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Fairytales, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez


A vast void
Nothing like the Alice in Wonderland hole
Where a fall reveals mystical creatures
An adventurous journey to find one’s self
Whishes bounce between hollow walls
Descending into nothingness
Nothing like Aladdin’s life
Where his every whim are granted
With no consideration of those around but himself
Selfishness
To break...

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Self-Portrait, 2011
v. Ortiz Vazquez


4’9” or 5’0”, never quite knowing which
Brown eyes, black Afro hair
She Hercules strength within
34 years old wondering where times has gone
A second, minute, hour; days, weeks, months
Young morena, carded at times
Few gray hairs basilan between wisdom and just time passed
Time spend recording...

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Half Empty, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

To describe oneself, what question must be asked?
One driven by reality?
Philosophy?
To speak of the physical beauty that resembles humble being
“Beauty is where you find it” sings Madonna
Should I bomb descriptive words which stop at physical characteristics?
For while my cup is...

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Self -Censorship, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez


Shut up
Stop, just shut up
I am asking you to shut up
SHUT THE HECK UP
Not again, how many time before you stop
Don’t give that look; as if you don’t understand
Left, right, back, forward
Constant persecution, non stop
Cállate
Para, solo cállate
Te estoy pidiendo que...

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La Historia-101, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

Imagine, I cannot
To feel their lost
Longing for the return home
Rejoicing behind closed doors
Criminal act
Propagate servitude with miserable pay
Runaway between breaths
Hunted 
Capture, captive
Criminal act
Rape once again, over again
White women turned the other way
Power instilled by any means necessary
Emancipated January first 1863

Imagine,...

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no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a part of me you do not know

I am not an...

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the Contemporary Evil, 2011
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Taking away without re-precautions
Lurking, using your authority to get away
Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place
Smiling
Breathing
Laughing

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you...

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Whisper, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bright as the day 
His confidence
Walking tall for his batch bears no wrong doing
Predetermined sex
Downloaded expectations
“Boys don’t cry”

Sprung from love
Her sensitivity
Watching those around
Her mark reveals a list of don’t
Whishes of a boy tramples downloaded expectations
Recalculating
“Girls don’t do that”

Walking about
Unknown to one another
Distance...

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"Bore, Boredom" 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

Bore, boredom
How can it be?
Why at age 33?
What does it mean?
Surviving with a few “migajas del dia”
Not really living, just there
There

Bore, boredom
Few situations bring joy
Still secluded
Isolated
Not really living, just there
There

Bore, boredom
Moments of joy
Her and I
Written words
Visual inspiration
Joy

Bore, boredom
With occasional, polite, short...

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Modern Slavery, 2011
V. Ortiz Vazquez


Ivory black covered in crimson blood
Rhythm of fears hides his God like stand
Scared by his image, he castrates the family violating the house jewel
Jewels
Dreams of home a man’s song 
Lyrics of hope cascades with every opportunity
Betrayed by those of his suit
Eyes...

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Captive Freedom with Evil Love, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez

She who speaks of No Evil must have shared her bed with him
She who speaks of No Love must have shared a night by her side
Without expectation, slap across the face
Numb
Numbness
Numb
Beside her, Evil Love
Night and day, courtship filled...

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