A week and a half ago I returned from a 5 day trip to the Hampton's. In freezing weather the people I went with and I took a little day-trip to the beach. Here are some thoughts I typed out into the notes app on my phone: I am reminded Love is not near when… Continue reading Beach Thoughts
I'm told to be proud of my Mexican-americanness To use it in the work But maybe my work will always be bland and confused Because I do not know where the Mexican begins or where the American ends Is my mexicanness the bangs I cut in my bathroom with craft scissors is it my father… Continue reading How do you measure who you are?
Abstract drawing of a hibiscus flower done by me Mami says the hibiscus agua fresca tastes bitter because it has been here too long And I wonder if she thinks the same about herself She says this country does not love her and she won’t stay where she is not wanted But I secretly think… Continue reading Hibiscus Agua Fresca- a poem
Mid day rain from out you came Awoke in me my timid state Real life does not include "you and I" Killing time until I find Someone else with the same eyes -Annette
Boy knew Girl liked him I guess he thought that she would like it Like His tongue snaking into her mouth His fingers scraping her down His hand at the back of her neck, like a leash Keeping her mouth close to his Swallowing her protests, Ignoring her march against It worked The protestor went… Continue reading Untitled Poem
The boy spits out his words slicing me with each flick of his tongue Each puff of breath pushes me further and farther I feel my ribcage expand on the intake, My back straight up high And I draw out my own sword And stab him right back Hand juts, arm surges Battle stare Attack… Continue reading The Fable
Send me a picture of your panties I move quickly Do I snap a picture of the ones with rainbows or the one with hamburgers? Fast food, it is I lay it down neatly on the bed Snap the pic, and send So hot I ask the boy what he would do If he were… Continue reading Send Me A Picture
In the two back rows There is neon pink goo Splattered from my desk and behind towards you Who knew H20 + O2 could be bring me closer to you I watch as your hands move, copying answers All the while you laugh as I tease you A rare moment It is mostly you making… Continue reading The Boy and I flirt while solving Chemical Balancing Equations
The bell rings before I’m in the room Echoes of my steps In the empty halls Tip-toe my way in and next to Ryan Boy takes up my sight Head nod to Ryan, no big deal after all a seat is just a seat My friend is here, this is her seat, Ryan says You’re… Continue reading The Seat
