My emotions
cannot be replenished
like your health status on a video game.
Picking up the first aid kit is not enough.
You have to utilize it.

You left me outside in the winter's snow
cold and alone.
I waited by the door
for you to let me in.
First, I waited patiently.
Ignored the sounds coming from inside the house.
I knew you were there,
I knew you knew I was here.
Outside.
In the cold.
In the snow.

I waited when you left the house
to bring out the trash.
I let you unload your emotions
and I sat. Watched, Listened even.
You needed that.
Someone to understand.

I tried.

You passed me on your way inside,
and just as I picked up to follow you
that door closed again.

I was outside.
Waiting for you to come and get me.
I sat, loyal to you.
Waited.
My feet began to freeze,
and still you left me outside.
I whined and begged,
and maybe it was because you didn't hear me.
But then again,
Who else would be waiting outside?

Time and time again
You opened that door,
and pushed me to the floor.
Off the stoop, into the snow.
"Stoop kid's afraid to leave his stoop."
Maybe that's true,
But we are alone in these woods.

It hadn't been so long that passed
but things always feel longer when winter comes.
But you were ready to come and get me.

Now, when you open the door,
Of course I will be there.
I will not be the same one you left outside.
No- she will no longer be the same dog you left at the door.

For she will have learned from the wolves
How to live in the snow.
How to have thick skin and protect herself.
How to howl at the moon.
and bleed her heart to the stars.
Now, when she needs to find herself,
unlike the dog from yesteryear
She will welcome the outdoors.
She will wait
For the summer sun to come,
but deep down,
she will still be
Man's best friend.

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Sunday, December 22, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

I wake up daily
Before the sun comes up,
And am astounded
At my excitement.
Excited
To see another morning
And to do it all again-
What I did yesterday,
And the day before that
And still the day before.
Except tomorrow
Since its Saturday...
Yet the same day
Never passes me twice.
I will go home
And sit
And reflect
And look at my reflection-
My hair, tousled
NOT an herbal essence kind of tousle:
Like I-fought-a-bull
And-the-bull-won-tousle
Nothing cute about it.
My eyes are tired
But not a weary tired
An I'm-thankful-for-all-I-have-seen tired
They have a light
That looks forward to the future
Of the redundant orgininality
Of tomorrows.
It is not glamorous by any means
To be face flat at the end
Of each day.
It is frustrating
That come 2 PM on a Friday afternoon
I can no longer function
Or even form a sentence,
But it is what I thrive on...
I am a #teacher
And I live to work.

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Saturday, October 26, 2013 Posted in | | 0 Comments »

I do not have time for sexy
if it means I do not dance.
I am far too strong
Too fly
for that shit.
My body is too strong
to only look like
it knows what its doing
by the bar,
less then half the time.
My thighs are too strong
for a two step.
My arms are too strong
to sway side to side.

I am too lost
between the bars and the beat
to be held up
by you
who want to grab my hand
and assume
I will press myself
up against you
hot and tight
only for you
not to be able to keep up
with my hips
that move side to side
and invade your space
just enough
for you to feel comfortable.

Instead,
simply ask-
If I may welcome you
into my pure,
unadulterated,
Ecstasy.

My euphoria lies
in conditioning my body
to endure like a Spartan.
My arms hold my balance
grabbing the air
as if there was something there.
I will push my legs
to the very limits
as they question
their existence
as thighs or
pillars to the Colosseum,
My hips
you know
the ones passed from the Goddesses
yeah, those.
My center
your guiding light
through a set
of Salsa
Bachata
Merengue
Dancehall
Reggae
and everything in between.

If you are brave,
we can sweat together
get lost together.
Because I do not have time for you
if it means I do not dance.

I'm far too fly
for that shit.






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Monday, October 14, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

WWVI

World.
War.
Six.
We are so keen
On always being
The last ones seen.
The last ones heard
Always get the last word.
Repeating
Words you'll be eating
For breakfast lunch and dinner
For the last
Rest of your days.

When the silence only brings lonely
And yelling
Is the only
Thing that seems to get through
To you...
...I am all out of options
But I have one more thing
Up my sleeve
A magic trick
Of sorts.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013 Posted in | | 0 Comments »

Let's stop
and not
travel so fast
we want to move forward
but we're staring at the past.
Looking down
at the ground
but we long to find our way,
lets stop wasting time
and live for...

If tomorrow never came
You would be happy with who you are today.

Let's slow down
and listen
to everything we've been missin
like the breeze in the trees
or the sun beamin,
streamin down my back
The light in my eyes
so I know that I'm alive.

If tomorrow never came,
Would you be happy with who you are today.

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Thursday, October 10, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

You sent me away
And now I have no choice but to stay
Where it was you saw me last
Pull the sail off the mast
Avoid the wind
Begin again
Don't make the same mistake twice
Live your life
While you still can
Before you're bound to hit the fan
Lose your mind
Trying to find yourself on someone else's time
You're working against the clock
Got a glock
To my head
They said
That I was already dead
But I arose from the depths
Shook the stress
From my shoulders
I rolled away the boulder
That laid
In front of my grave
And now I have to say
I'm glad you gave
Me no choice but to stay.

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Tuesday, July 9, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »


First of all let me say I'd never lie to ya
Cause I'm not the same trick bitch who left you dyin for her
Who left you cryin for her
You lost your mind for her
And even three years later you were still tryin for her
When I was waitin on you, you'd run a mile for her
But you didn't see the things that I would try to get ya
just wanted to cook you dinner,
fall asleep on the couch
And now you tellin me about the things
You tryin'a figure out
But baby I know what it's like
To resist with all ya might
To avoid a fight that might keep you up at night
But this was type unavoidable
That she'd get up inside of you
In spite of you
I'm doin everything to rid my mind of you
Drake said "Better late than never,
But never late is better"
And now you telling me that you're the one
That's under pressure?
I'm rippin up the letters
Trying to keep it together
Tryin to convince myself, but noboby could do it better.

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Monday, June 24, 2013 Posted in | | 0 Comments »


Don't take pride
in never asking for help.
Know you are nothing more than a man
and I a woman,
and we are not perfect.
Rather pride yourself
on being man enough
to ask Him for help
because you are only a man
and she, a woman.
And loving her is no sin.
You did make me look up Hubris,
so there is my  humility.

Can your love affair
turn into a threesome?
Mind transpires words
that inspires minds to reply
with more that just a smile.
How's that for fruition?
Got me looking up words and shit.
So I'm a little rough around the edges.

But my edges are soft like
A summer breeze
through the willow tree
just as the sun touches the sky
one last time
before a good night...
...Your words paint beautiful images
Behind my eyelids.

My muse is a warmth
and closed eyes.
No need for lenguas to be sharpened
Because they are pressed up against
and in between
the lips that kiss mine.

My carpe diem of today
is forever waiting
For the ample sunrise of tomorrow
with you by my side.

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Sunday, April 7, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »


4 train from the Bronx

Local.

To 14th street.


A mother reads to her child

amidst the gears churning

And wheels turning

against the track.


Here and now I have hope

In the reeducation

Of the next generation.



Mimicked actions

Turn into comprehension.

Facial expressions

Convey feelings of protagonists

And antagonists.



She will read ahead of her peers

As she follows her mother's fingerprints across the page

And she knows where the story

Begins and ends



Her brow imitates

A miniature version of her mother's;

Inquisitive.


She will learn cultures

Their noses nuzzle each other

And she will learn not to be afraid


To ask questions.


Here and now

right now.

I have hope

In the reeducation

Of the next generation.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

Today
I claim
My freedom.
Unbeknownst
To you
I have been here
for quite some time.
When really
It is judgement
From which
I will
Liberate
Myself.

I will untie
The black ribbon
From my wings
And fly.

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Thursday, January 31, 2013 Posted in | , , | 0 Comments »