#pocpoet

[its-navii]

•Reminder that you are more than the opinions of others•

[youwillforget]

Why Roots Feel More Like Restraints by Randall Santiago (via youwillforget)

Without ever planning it, we seemed to sprout a future together. Almost as quickly, it withered and decayed. We never spoke of what poisoned the root of us, maybe my musings fertilized with fermented spirits provided clarity.

I was once a wildflower whose refusal to be picked was challenged by a man who waited patiently to harvest. It made me wary of those who see my beauty. I knew what at first looks like a blessing can twist itself into a curse.

I grew from the remains of a broken hearth watching my father work himself into the ground trying to provide kindling for a woman made of fire whose warmth he craved yet extinguished. Somewhere along the way I realized just because you can build a home amidst chaos doesn’t mean you should.

[annieroses-rant]

So I wrote this poem and it doesn’t really have a name but needs a home so here ig

Talks like she’s from the ghetto 

Dresses like a white girl

All this and more makes me wanna fight her 

Light skinned Latina

Fits in nowhere

Lightest among some

Darkest among others

Wishes she was as beautiful as her mother

Understands more Spanish than she speaks

Wants to sew her lips shut to hide her teeth

So worried about what other people think

That she’s stepped into quicksand

 As she worries on, she sinks