Chew that language— Carefully or the words might Clog your airways Don’t talk with that language in Your mouth Others might see the leftover vowels Clinging to your gums Keep your mouth squeaky or The old language will seep Rush into your bloodstream And reach your roots
I have these two milk-white stains on my two front teeth. Fluoride buildup. Genetic. They're a different shade of white than my teeth, so they stand out a bit. Deadly. Genetic. My smile is loaded. It was built by an architect I have yet to meet. It carries a stained history with connective tissue and …
Our lives are the stories we tell ourselves. The epics, the comedies, the tragedies, the nonfictions, the fantasies. We are a summation of perception and interpretation. How and what we see around us. And it is liberating. The story I tell myself is: I am loved and I love. I am enough. And there are …
I am nobody and everybody. I can be filled with infinite caution and infinite joy. I am not important to the universe, and I am the center of an ever expanding universe. I can love my body and want to make it stronger. I am a sun in a world of stars - no different …
First rule of neighborhood dogs: Don't run. The one who runs always gets a nasty bite. The kind Tía will blink at through cigarette smoke and heavy black eyeliner. Her exhale will be clipped. She will hand you the soft bottle of Vitacilina she keeps at her hip, like a pistol in the wild west.
She painted galaxies on her fingernails. He hated the smell. A star—bigger than their sun—exploded on her right thumb. He didn’t notice.
Everyone prints Frida Kahlo’s face. I heard the buzzer and the scoreboard before I threw up at the Rockets game. Race is not a biological concept, And the sky changes like our attention. The basketball smashed my muscle not my bone, Who knew glasses sometimes don’t let you see. He said he only eats hot …
Oily Faces S H I N E. My brown skin is filtered Through a layer of excess oils. I have more to control and I am more. Regular soap doesn’t work, Some dish soap will do. My mom says we don’t have enough For the dishes anymore. Napkins soak up the oils That peek through …
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