"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Couldn't quench my thirst with a river of tears,So,I'm back tearing up a page with a pen drawing out my fears,And,Placing them in front of me.A battle for the ages!Set on preparations for the day I meet my savior.Racing is my heart as I savor my erasure.From a world I wasn't meant for,Yet,Meant to be... Continue Reading →
Chapters close right after you open a new one.A message found within every breath taken as you run,Your fingers through a page,Till you finish that one line coercing your heart to race,Without a ribbon in sight to break!Nor receive.Our prize being a sense of joy I often do not see,As soon as I step out... Continue Reading →
Ey! Gringo!... A word belched towards my direction walking past Amsterdam Avenue, NYC. Why? For what?... Just, A couple of questions I pondered while rushing past them with precipitance. Infuriated I became, Noticing why there is attrition within Dominican culture I've been ridden with. Either my skin is too light for anyone darker than I,... Continue Reading →
*An older piece I had written in high school* Are we all kings? That title doesn't suffice my confusion. I think of it and feel exclusion. Last time that I looked around, I walked out of my apartment doors and heard 100 rounds, By the hands of my brethren. Latino/Hispanic Caucasian/Spanish Asian/African, It doesn't make... Continue Reading →
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