Superficial words
can be sticks with folds
the stones that cast
at best a past
that is brought to the present
to harm the unborn cresent
but if you don’t swim deep
what would you keep?
would you be able to see?
if you are always protective
and always neglecting
what would you be?
vulnerability is like this
you birth
expose
regress
progress
fall
rise
live
die
until one day
you think no more
you choose to exist
flaws included
and that is all
No Soy Calladita
No soy calladita
No quiero ser la más bonita
Calladita te ves más bonita
Mujer tienes que ser calladita
I am not silent
Beauty is not silence
Silence makes you pretty
To have beauty, you must be silenced
I don’t want to fit in
I don’t want to sit still
I don’t want to smile
I don’t want to be silenced
I don’t walk behind you
I don’t walk before you
I don’t walk with you
If that means I can’t speak
I don’t bow to your words
So don’t silence my cords
Don’t reach out for my lips
When your mouth bellows, scorns
Regurgitated words
That stab backs like sinister swords
Calladita te vez más bonita
While I sit there and mourn
The loss of the Niña
The fading of a girl
The disappearance of innocence
The potential of a leader
Calladita NO more
Calladita te vez más bonita
In a world not meant for you
Calladita no te ves más bonita
In a world meant for you
No seas calladita
Speak up and be bonita
The world is waiting
Tears on my face
They drip and they lace
The many interactions
The many inactions
To save this place
We always race
To destroy and erase
What we cannot replace
Earth
Drip down my cheeks
Pollution slowly creeps
Earth
I take a deep breath
Because I don’t know
When I’ll take my last breath
I only know
Earth
We need it
Life is a token
moments unspoken
living a series
of fun and quite serious
Time is of the essence
When we realize our presence
Choosing moments as given
Our lives can be driven
What comes, goes
what goes, comes
what rises, falls
what falls, rises
what is, isn’t
what isn’t, is
what will be, was
what was, will be
what we speak, is silenced
what we silence, speaks
A labyrinth in roads
My skin deflects swords
allowing the essence
necessary for presence
To see is to love
To be is to have
To touch is to taste
The Choice of the Brave
Life is a token
moments unspoken
LetyM
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