Category: Family


Small Price


Loud, angry and ridiculously giving – the world is far too quiet

Friend is gone and I hate it- don’t say it please

Loyal to family of blood and family of choice – principles can’t be buried

Time crawls without anecdotal words of life, sports and politics

Can’t you post on Facebook from heaven? Forget I said that. Just rest

It doesn’t matter – we all selfishly demand more

No substitute for your moral outrage that issued lovely rants

No replacement for your unfettered joy with loved ones around

No duplication for quiet moments of tenderness – so much more

The ache still invades this world – small price to pay

Your flawed people gladly pay for the honor of mourning you

 

 

From Me To You


This is not a solution. This is an exhale. Just an attempt to be honest. I see your apprehension already.

Yes. You are correct and I said it. Uppity liberal know-it-all and disrespects,
dismisses and dissolves a people. They eat no more dust than I do.

Tailored and raggedy garments still contain Americans. We all need to respect the inner us – respect not like.

No abortions? Fine. Make all men celibate until the day they marry via the law. Full-time morality or no freedom.

Apply death penalty for incest and pedophilia, all physical abuse to minors and the disabled.

Keep your firearms? Fine. Death penalty for every parent or guardian guilty of neglect in child or mentally unstable related shooting.

Make every CEO, broker and financial provider involved in a Wall St schemes lose all assets and serve hard time in a real prison for minimum 25 years.

If we want jobs in America then BUY AMERICAN! It cost more , but .. so what! Americans will be employed. Outlaw Wal-Mart, Target and all the discount stores!

You want immigrants to leave? Then I guess you want their money to leave as well. 11 million phony social security numbers collecting taxes from workers that will never get paid back. That money goes to you and your disabled children.

My Mexican mother told me there must always be a price to pay when you get what you want. She also told me not to judge.

There are poor, middle class, rich and super wealthy. An ignorant or immoral person can exist in any one of those classes.

Do you want better education? Good. It begins with turning off the TV, going to the library for history books and talking to your kids for at least an hour per day.

No more Pokemon, Game of Thrones, Xbox and iPhones when you don’t own a car, have beer in the fridge and No Damn Job! I’m sorry but it needs to be said.


I have much to say on the topic of self-realization and how I take note of the ‘beautiful people’ in the world. Such topics could take a lifetime to type out. So I’ll try my best to summarize.

For the first 8 years of my life my self-image was wonderful. I lived in a neighborhood where almost everyone looked like me. Throw in some cute ponytails and frilly dresses and I was adorable.

Then we moved to Pasadena, California. Culture shock on steroids! I had never seen black people, Asians, Armenians, Jews, Russians and everyone else. They scared me. Especially the black kids. Keep in mind I wasn’t even ten when this happened.

In retrospect, the black kids probably scared me because their skin was the most pronounced. Once a black girl had lunch and a very honest conversation with me I was no longer scared.

Then she asked a question I was not ready for. What are you? What do you mean? I’m a girl. Then she said, are you white or something else? It took a few days to answer the question.

As time went on, I coveted the white girls’ beauty, wealth and good luck. Yes, I wanted to be white. White was ‘all right’. Mexican-American was wetback, beaner, fruit picker and brownie.

White people were perfect even when they were cruel. Then came the biracial kids: black and white, black and Asian and yes, black and Latino. They were all super gorgeous in my book.

Then one day I woke up. I had a teacher with blond hair and blue eyes. She was sweet and I loved her. During an open school meeting she introduced me to her husband.

He was well over 6 ft. tall and black as night. He shook my hand and said, how do you do young lady. I couldn’t stop staring. I went to my teacher and said I had no idea she was married to a black man.

She laughed and said that she was black. I said she didn’t look black. She then pointed out how I could tell. I was amazed. I apologized for my ignorance and she said that it was best for me to ask.

Mrs. L helped me so much in how I view the world. Today I can tell who the beautiful people are. They are the full-figured mothers who nurse their babies. They are the dark-skinned grandmas who hug every child. They are the smudged face, pot belly kids playing in the park.

True beauty falls upon all of us when we have silliness, tenderness, love and acceptance. There are so many skin tones and facial structures for a reason. God loves variety and we should too. All of my friends and family are perfectly beautiful. My two beautiful black girlfriends were in my bridal party. There is no celebrity that can hold a candle to them.

The Torreon Way


Prepared or not … you’re going – pobrecita

In nightgown or feisty girl jeans

Sandals born of ancient hands and eyes –  esta bien

Pebble infested city attack sandal/feet spaces!

Leap a plethora of ice cream painted buses – abuelita and me

El Centro offers respite, chorizo and bolillo pleas – yes, puppy dog beg 

More Torreon grime and pebbles produce Americana limps

Goodbye guilty leather upon innocent feet

Young girl toes wish to kiss Spanish tile dreams

Finish line – sacred courtyard with a cosmic lemon breeze

 


Welfare splinters invaded my feet

I’m so hot and stubborn

No barrio zapatos for me  

Lead painted weathered porch

Once housed my childhood slivers

Barefooting cracked sidewalks – keep looking

Leaping to islands of shade

Elated with watered oasis

Even better – the daily dying of the sun

Cracked splintered and swollen little me

Loving East L.A. twilight jungle

I can smell the tacos, Tecate and unemployed

Washing my bad girl feet – quite thoroughly

Pobre ant-infested garden hose – you’re it

Mama, I need a towel! Mama, please now!

A bit of well deserved Mexican scolding

Adios, my Cholas, Chicanos and welfare winds

Inside to my beige and white welfare casa I go

 

 


Perspiring  cajeta, frijoles and amor

Bosom embraces equal motherly safety

Quiero mas, says my bipolar heart

Massage hands, back and core of who I am

Sweet and sour Mama – my first Niña love

Witness to rising falls and stagnation

Eyes laugh, cry and frightfully worry

So marred,  insightful views guide us

I won’t and can’t stand solely, I am yours

My tender breath – housed in maternal core

Gracias Querida Mama – my love is absolute

 

 

 

 


My eyes are happily full

So truly astonished in joy

Sighting a soul-stirring view

Not what you think at all

No mountain top magnificence

No flawlessly smiling rose

No lovers embraced in forever

True beauty is far more comical

Old, wrinkled child engages

Young, diminutive warrior

To the neutral showers – or hoses

Tie is the end of the mud fight

 

 

 

 

 


Must make rent – you know, third job

Mother to an always sleeping boy

I’m so sorry, my beloved son – one day …

Quick shower, coffee, apple – he’s worth it

Catch the cruel bus – super sonic fast 

Baby boy not at home – why? it’s 2am

Must call in sick – slice up your pride

Sorry boss! Can I make it up, later?

Baby, where you been all this time?

Angry boy laughs.  You answer me!

On your knees bitch!  Hell no, pinche carbon!

Rip, beat, screams – demonic red is seen

She’s going to miss the bus – one more crime

Turf war,  bullets fly – quasi-good boys die

Mama wants a shower –  then repeats the rape in the ER

Baby boy – dead weight in the morgue

And the all important rent got paid, this month

 

 

Worthy Adversaries


Mock me once – the awful begins

I growl like a savage beast

Mock me twice – hell falls upon you

I’ll frantically barrage you

Granted, it’s a water pistol

Off I go to save the world … soon

I require saving fuel – godly cookies

Scale the treacherous cabinets

Nemesis Mom – a worthy adversary

Liver and onions? Clean my room?

I am bleeding profusely!

 Oh, cookie makes it all better – thanks nemesis

 

Cord


Turn back smile that is today

Manipulate, control, rage and violence

Her words and status

Of horrid survival – yesterday

Far back yesterday

Coated with ups and terrifying downs

Psychotic mother hands

Wielding soul maiming tool

Some sort of cord – across bottom and thighs

During sleep – there is no sleep

Running after her speeding car

Please don’t leave me

She left me – for tear-stained hours

Enough, enough of this, says culprit

You still don’t forgive me?

Of course, I do – so much bigger than you

Massive silence – of love or anger

Is the extension cord I use – on you today