latino

When you turned your back
I saw the scars of your fears,
urgency in denial….
I think you felt
refusing to understand
was the same as holding on.”

I wanna talk about being Afrolatina
I wanna talk about being an AfroDominican espiritual,
revolutionary,
feminist
humanist
sin vergüenza
and talk about why it’s so hard to talk about

parcel out my being…
for the
olive man
white woman
black friend
LatinX family
And you?

You ask me if my body is dangerous You ask about the gangs I’ve never banged for, the burners I’ve never shot, the drive-by’s I’ve never witnessed. You ask me…

She couldn’t get over the “u” and couldn’t get her tongue in gear to roll over the “r”. Moreeseeoh. That’s how my name came out of her mouth and it…

I’m constantly surrounded and enveloped by the love, wisdom, critique, success and over/unbecoming of so many perfectly imperfect folks of color. Your stories feed me a truth that could only…

How do you go about missing a man you’ve never touched? Never kissed? Never held? How does the disappearance of a man haunt you the moment the call ends facetime…