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It is a fierce love,
that I see
when I look into her eyes.
I can feel the courage in her heart.
She speaks to me,
from a photograph.
the unselfish determination,
the driving force,
in the voices,
that tell her story.
The story of Zoraida “Ale” Reyes,
defender of the persecuted,
began with a declaration:
I am a…Continue
as I heard a fellow poet,
go on and on
about how much Fresno's existence offended and oppressed him,
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Difficult to write when the fire is
burning out of control.
Difficult to speak.
I would rather scream,
unhinged at the jaw,
swallowing entire cities whole.
With a knee to the neck,
arms and legs pinned down,
beneath the weight of violence,
blatant disregard to the value of
a human life,
and criminal abandonment,
the soul of a community
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Como se desencadenan las ideas,
y se libera de este mal?
Amores son como la fiebre,
cuando uno de los dos quiere mas.
En estas cosas de ternura,
solo es riesgo
Si no te ama con locura,
no tiene ninguna culpabilidad.
no hay nada que se tenga que perdonar.
Así son los amores,
se mueren o se dan.
No vas a perder un…Continue
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At this moment,
my heart exploded into sun flowers.
The tips of my fingers, toes and tongues
sprouted beautiful lush greens,
allowing my words to pour out of vines
that ripened into swollen squash ,
with tender creamy yellow flesh.
A new bloom with each step forward .
The fruit ,
settling along the ground I walk on,
growing out in every direction .
The squash open,
seeds pour out at my…Continue
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This is my mind.
I guard it with my life.
I have spent too many days and nights,
tirelessly sifting through sand,
gathering up threads and pieces ,
This is my body.
I guard it with my mind.
I have spent too many hours fighting,
to own it.
I cannot give it away to pain
as though it was…Continue
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Yo no creo en definiciones, ni limitaciones
Mi poder esta en mi corazón
En la belleza que traigo por dentro.
Es mi bendición
Y no dejare
que me detengan
por el simple hecho
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I am fearless,
you call it careless.
I am going to stay
without your caress,
which would at this moment
serve to stop my
never ending march
to that some where
I am heading to.
Mi alma se esta abriendo,
mis sueños y mis palabras corriendo ,
como un rio descontrolado.
My voice is sounding off like brass notes.
I am growing in stature,
sitting in the…Continue
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This is my belly.
It is not shaped like an athlete’s…Continue
There is a cadence,
my senses are dancing
to the delicious
he is playing,
with the swift movement
of the steel
From the flame, the smoke and the seed,
comes the harmony.
His hands, heart and mind are working
flavor onto the plate.
I can taste the dedication
hidden in the aroma,
savor the concentration
in his brow.
I have watched enough…Continue
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he is dignified
and I am soul searching
in his face.
Siempre estoy buscando
En esa mirada,
Y cuando de pronto la encuentro,
bajo mis ojos al instante.
I am rectified
and meekly write
what I cannot hope to comprehend.
I tilt my head to one side and look again.
I will call it honor,
This elusive quality,
I catch a glimpse of…Continue
Soy solo una mujer,
an unguarded heart
and an untamed mind.
I am quick to drink
from the heaven
I trace in his features,
each time I visit his face.
I create new terrain for my stories as I start
at his eyes and fall deep along the lines of his mouth.
Yo lo miro,
through these tunnel visions,
these myopic views.
I see life
inverted, reflected in his skeptical gaze.
He is only a…Continue
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Me llamaste india
como si fuera la propia palabra
Como si fuera un insulto.
Y me reí de ti a
por lo ignorante
Con mucho orgullo soy mestiza.
Soy mucho más india que la mazorca
que te da de comer.
¿Dime paisano, en que momento decidió una nación odiarse a si mismos?
Yo nací lejos del
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the shot glasses of 1942,
the thoughts and the shots…Continue
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Where does he find the time?
Where does he find the soul?
Tugs me along with careless selections of masterful songs
DJ, Músico, mi Maestro.
Here is an instrument for you to play,
beneath the skin,
where music begins,
the sound is mixed,
the beats find willing counter parts.
You can record straight into me.
Control the tempo and the bass,
teach me more
about my own rhythmic…Continue
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Red stained deputy's patrol car ,
victim of a strawberry war,
traviesa de ojos grandes,
curls caked in fruit.
" Una buena chinga te van a poner bonita", says the blond blue eyed man with the badge.
He is speaking Spanish,
and it scares me
more than the knowledge my aunt Guille is going to smack me
for throwing strawberries at her friend's…
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What would be
the best distance
he and I?
Would it be miles, or inches?
Hours, or days?
When what I want
only seconds and swift.
The shortest distance
his lips and mine.
The most desperate
How long could it be?
Enough to hear him say
before I feel…Continue
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below the yellow street lamp glow.
White T- shirt,
black pressed pants.
He is wearing The Uniform.
are tucked away
in his pockets.
He shuffles his feet from side to side
and looks up,
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