I'm a mother a daughter a sister a friend...born and raised in Chicago...parents of Mexican decent. Currently struggling to make ends meet... trying to be the best possible role model for my 6 beautiful angels..who one day will become the leaders of tomorrow..
While I am far from perfect, I have been through a lot. Taking the easy way out, I turned to alcohol to deal with this hatred, this resentment, this anger that caused me to loose my place in this world. I have lost everything...There is nothing more that I can loose...So I turned my life to God, my poetry, and now find myself letting go of all this war inside my soul...
Don't label me...For I will rise beyond all labels, statistics, and I will be back where I once was...Y ningun hijo de la chingada volvera danarme...=)
Why do you tend to judge me
cause I'm of different race.
Why do you tend to hate me
cause I'm from a different place.
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This poetic mind
is trying to find
words to express
what causes it stress.
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You look at me and ask yourself
Who am I?
What am I?
What have I to do?
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The children in a corner
Sitting in despair.
Their mother in the bedroom
Moaning with no care.
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