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Felicity Palma Poem
"Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she slings her hands back and forth on the dough
" Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she gracefully accepts the water on the dough
"Mas Tacos Por Favor" As she gently places her fingers and kneads the dough Just Once she says her in heart..They will Know Mas Tacos Por Favor...
Just Once they will know the hearts of hard immigrant hands and the gentle tears that stain these lands..
Just Once they will know what it is like to be told you don't look Spanish..
Just Once they will know what it is like to have to deceive appearances by looking as if....acculturate and assimilate
Just Once they will be mindful of how they eat our food and laugh at our hearts.. Just Once again on the corn grinder to make the edges perfect...
Copyright © Felicity Palma | Year Posted 2016
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Felicity Palma Poem
I met a man on a full moons night with winged tip shoes
who said spiritual freedom moves
independence of the mind under any psychic and physical stress..
shows how high are moral values decide if we are a mess...
it is by our will that we are freed to live by our ideals..
it is only our existential frustration..that makes us kneel..
The existential vacuum that says that we are so frustrated...
so how is love is the only way to the innermost being..is this overrated..?
The man with winged tip shoes did kiss..the suffering of my lips..
as if in the night of a thousand...ships...
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Felicity Palma Poem
Caged and Afraid
Caged and Afraid
Naked and Ashamed
Dislodged and not found
Lost but not Confound
Left as the Lonely Clown
The Lonely Clown
Not Free to Fly
Fear that I died
Hated not loved
Fought the lie
Only to loose
Tears dislodged from eyes
Faith and prayer not there
When I strayed
From truth
I lost the light
From my mind
In The cell
Bathed and cleaned
Rolled over by the governmental machine
Spider crawl scared by the sun
Their mistake
But my self-worth
Turned to self hate
Judged before ever spoken
Sentenced
Justice
Our commitment broken
Gone is my pride
Time as promised
I wanted lesser
I got maximum
No name tags
No medication
No name
No phone
Location on known
The deal is for life
This conception
Of Monster caged
Just injustice
Leaves me drained
Fear seen
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America X
Daughter of revolution bred spiritually physically
Out of a war of psychic hate for freedoms lost
I don’t deserve their iron bowl
My fear My flag my American Pride
Hiding behind fronts Enemy In the enemy
Inside the friend
Rebuild A New America
From A Melting pot of death
Our core existence vanished and obsolete
American freedom absent
I don’t deserve their iron bow
My fear my flag my American Pride
The safire red burning plane bomb
Buried my soul far away
On valueless American land
They Said
Image of a raving mad war now made
Buildings gradually burn in flames
To the ground
Our strongest vibrant buildings
I don’t deserve their iron bowl
My fear my flag my American Pride
My buried soul still here exists
The cross upon grated American Steel
Our second chance
They are burying
And hiding behind fronts
don’t deserve their iron bowl
My fear my flag my American Pride
The enemy inside of our skin
It’s not anything we wouldn’t do
We Said
The daughter of Revolution
The day we became a melting pot of death
Our prideOur spirits
Our heritage Our bravery Our Souls
Don’t deserve their iron bowl
My fear…my flag my American Pride
Our Country
Careful millennials Daughters of Revolution
Don’t succumb to paths
Were suicide, violence, and beatings,
Of spirit stealing, saint bashing and Angels thrashing
On lands near or far
For the idea of America X
Is life still real and visible
I don’t deserve their iron bowl
My fear my flag
The land of American Pride
Care not want not millennium child
Take not want not
Shan’t not be not the same fate thrice
Let Us Be Brave
Hope for Peace
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