Poetry: To My Imaginary Daughter
Mi vida, I love you like nothing else in this universe. I hope you inherit my curls and maybe my eyes, But please not my rebellious,...
Poetry: You Are What You Eat
I am my abuela's congri. My body is made up mainly of White rice, boiled in water too Hot to touch. But I am also Black beans, protein...
Poetry: The Bodies
It's two in the morning No... three... Phone in hand, my face feels wet And some girl sounds as if she is choking. The air can't seem to...
