Book—Big Chicas Don’t Cry by Annette Chavez Macias— YA/Fiction/Family Saga
abuelita’s lessons gone~four cousins unite after years of tumult
Categories:
chicas, childhood, death, family, for
Form: Monoku
On October 11
By Valerie Odom
Jan 31, 2017
On October 11
You’ll finally receive the news
That
I’ve been waiting to tell you my whole life
No it’s not a phase
I apologize for dissembling my true spirit
I do not care if you don’t accept me
I do not care if you leave me
Because the only person who has my word is me
Me gusta las chicas
If you don’t get it by now
Google it
October 11
I will always be true
But you do not ask
Me these things
I am in need of
C’s not D’s
B’s not P’s
Not some random letters but censored meanings
A reverse like my poem
I apologize for dissembling my true spirit
No it’s not a phase
I’ve been waiting to tell you my whole life
That
You’ll finally receive the news
On October 11
Categories:
chicas, celebration, dedication, emotions, october,
Form: Bio
The band's trumpeting out the Bose
A dozen red roses for thirteen chicas
In that old cantina
Looks like one's left cold
But it's colder still out that
Crooked oval door
As Jorge keeps 'em entertained
With his liquid tambourine
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
He played that song 'til the early morn
The man of her dreams hails a cab
She smiles all the way back home
What a night it was
All the things they'd done
The excitement wakes her
As she rolls over to kiss her lover
And finds he never hit the hay
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
Did he always have to leave
Her this way
Alone and confused
Where did they depart
She'd go back yet another time
To try and find the man
Who has her heart
Hey Mr. Cobbler shaker
Play a tune for me
Keep those ice cubes clinging clanging
Cooling that Agave Blue for me
Categories:
chicas, dream, fantasy, heartbreak, loneliness,
Form: Lyric
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Dance your Salsa
Dance your Merenque
Dance your history
Of conquest and survival
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Debajo de las Palmas
En sue colored brillantes
Against the clear white sand
In broad flowing skirts
Filled with freedom and life
Singing loud, Musica de mi
Proud people
Lifting up the sorrow soul
From depths of despair
Let the Congas rap and the
Trumpets scream;
Timbales, get out of control
Ivory keys chime along
Cantan una cancion Latina
De la Isla del Encanto
Cantamos con el Coqui'
My people, humble people,
Happy people, make your
Sound loud!
Bailan Oh! Chicas
No dejan de bailar
Cantan las historias de
Mi jente - no callan mas!
Excerpt from my book "The Big Apple Turns Briwn
When You Slice It" selected poems and shirt
strokes of my Nuyorican Culture. Published 2002
www.authorhouse.com
Categories:
chicas, absence
Form: Prose Poetry
Por qué todas las chicas bonitas como tu ya tienen a alguien cariño
He estado buscando a alguien como tu para que cambie mi destino
La vida es facíl para ser tan complicado
Tómate tu tiempo y yo seguiré esperando
Mantenme en mente
Porque quizas termines en el camino a solas
Mantenme en mente
Oro para haber si así de mi te enamoras
Pienso en ti a veces
La manera como me acostaba y gastaba dia tras dia contigo
Escojimos caminos separados aquel dia trece
Pero nadien puede amarte como yo y de eso Dios es testigo
Si algun dia me quieres, yo seré tu hombre
Sería un tonto si con otro te dejo ir
Lo que quieras de mi, yo seré tu hombre
Lo doy todo solo con tenerte para mi
Categories:
chicas, love, me,
Form: Rhyme