I wear colors without apology
I love who I love
No fear no shame no need to hide -
I carry my truth with love and pride
Every step tells my story
Every smile shows my light
I'm enough just as I am
And I'll always shine bright
A proud Borinquen
does not truly care
if you judge us
Nor will we find joy
in catering to
the tragic whims
of the bigots
Who ignore us
and deplete us
For the sake of
helping their own
and hurting others
who don't look
like them
Just because
they think
we're unworthy
when -- in truth
We were here first
and will forever be
worthy of what
was always ours.
*Written in honor of Puerto Rican Pride Month, inspired by the work of famed Puerto Rican poet Sandra Maria Estevez. Peace be with everyone reading these words.
You get mean
when you don’t get your way
Quite hurtful, sometimes disturbing
the things you say
We know that life
Isn't fair in some
Cases, but what's
Happening now is
Way beyond and most
Have taken notice
I've seen it all
Very crystal clear
How people
Judge and condemn
What they don't understand or can't control.
I've seen it all
Without a blurry vision
How people spit at you
When you hit the rock bottom.
I've seen it all
The support is small
When you're building
But very massive
When you start winning.
I've seen it all
I keep contemplating on it
You come to know
People's true colors in your bad days.
I see what’s happening here…and I know it isn’t right…
We have a government doing everything it can to paint this country white.
A country where only one color is accepted as important…
one gender, one religion…one sexual preference-straight…
but I refuse to join them down their rabbit hole of hate.
I will continue to accept and marvel at our differences…
to find peace and love and joy…
in the very things these people are trying so hard to destroy.
I want to stand up and say to the world…
in a voice as loud as it can be…
To all of you who holding the paintbrush…
you do not speak for me!
That no matter how you try…
your hate will never change my point of view…
That no matter how white you try to paint this country…
our true colors will shine through.
A recent brush with death,
makes most people reflect..
They stop and think of God,
not just give him a nod..
It's been less then two weeks
and Trump's back to nasty tweets..
True colors flaring again, slings
mud at Joe Biden.
This man has got the nerve,
"Biden's not fit to serve".
President Biden deciding not to rerun,
not enough for some Republicans..
You have got a lot of audacity !
Are you serious right now?!
Red?!
I know one color who has a high opinion of itself !
Hussy
I looked at you
The mask falling off
Seeing your true colors.
The person I thought
You were.
The person I saw while I grew up.
I learned it was just a part you played.
You never were truly that person
I thought you were.
The person you truly were now
Smirking at me.
While ripping my child
Out of my arms.
Watching me break
To pieces.
While you let me
Fall apart.
Not willing to help me
Put the pieces back together.
The person I called family
Was never there for me.
You held all the cards
I was just part of
Your little game
You love to control.
And I was the fool
Who fell for your tricks
The cheese piece you
Thought you could
Move However you want.
You kicked me down
Thinking I would stay down
But I got back up
Burning the bridges
Between us
Promising myself
I would
Never come back.
If I told you I loved you...
would you walk by my side?
If I told you you were everything
to me
would it change how you feel?
If I were to paint love in colors...
would you see only black and white?
Or would you see...
The true colors of my heart?
(Note: This is a poem I wrote from 2010.)
an orange betrays its true colors
GREEN when immature, its namesake when "ripe"
an apple, hides its true flavors
Green when "green" but from red passion to yellow lies
fantasy of fall
leaf color change miracle-
real time falls behind
I've tried and tried and continue to try,
but I guess it never mattered.
In the end you just laughed at me,
Till you see the torture rip thru my soul.
But somehow I knew you didn't care.
I've tried to be real,
But you've been fake like plastic surgery is.
To you I didn't matter.
Whatever I did or said,
you still made a point to make fun of me.
I guess you were just another bully,
You may not be as bad as all the rest.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
and eventually they heal.
But your words just tear me apart,
your words lay heavy on my mind.
In the end i never mattered to you one bit,
I'm real,
Your fake as .
But I guess in the end that's what matters.
Showing your true colors.
THE BLOOD HAS SHED
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
FEEL THE INTRUDING LEAD
THE DRAINAGE NOT OF MY HANDS
BUT FLOWS DOWN MY BACK
IT WAS ONLY IN THE SANDS
WHERE YOU PLANNED YOUR ATTACK
EXECUTED WITHOUT FLAWS
WITH NO ISSUES AT HAND
YOU DUG DEEP WITH YOUR CLAWS
INTO A FACELESS LAND
YOUR FACE FULL OF LIES
WHEN GREET ME AT THAT PLACE
I SEE THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE
AND REJECT YOUR EMBRACE
THE WOUND YOU TRY TO HEAL
IS NOW A GAPING MAW
YOUR WORDS CAN NEVER CONCEAL
YOUR TRUE COLORS I SAW
The Humane are few
The Beasts are many
The Vegetables are majority
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