Reflections

Small, delicate fingers,

Foreigners to these barren lands,

Scurries thoroughly, rummages, and pillages,

These villages of,

Metal scraps: her mirror,

She hides behind her reflections…

You see those dirty diapers: her head rests upon?

Used cotton substitutes,

Is where her head hangs down.

Her pillow of comfort under the dark starry night.

Punctured tires: her only friends,

There they roll…

See those race cars down our street?

She can never beat them.

Smoke inhalation from the gas fumes,

Incubates the small part of her living room of a….

Cardboard box keeps her separate…

From you,

She yearns for compassion,

As her….

Small, delicate fingers,

Foreigners to these barren lands,

Scurries thoroughly, rummages, and pillages,

These villages of,

Metal scraps: her mirror,

She hides behind our reflections…

American Dreams

The red cheeks in my face,

Are rooted from anger and disgrace.

I yearn for equality in our human race.

The white color in my eyes,

Exerts fear and surprise.

I yearn for a world of unity, not its demise.

The blue spots in my skin,

Aches from ancestral history of abuse I keep within.

I yearn to be released from your prolonged convictions.

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The stars in my eyes shine so bright,

In search for peace, justice and what’s right.

I continue to fight for my dreams, with all my might.

The red, white and blue stripes and white stars in our faces,

Are struggles for equality, opportunity and peace for all races!

This is my American dream.

Resist!

They say that they empathize with our problems and pain.

Yet, they fostered an environment,

For us to become crack-brained.

Equality and rights for all is guaranteed.

Yet their actions show otherwise,

Again, we are deceived.

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We are ensured complete protection and safety.

Yet, they enforce “assume the position,”

A constant reminder that we are the detainee.

A good education and work experience is always emphasized.

Yet, the glass ceiling they created prevents us from success.

Once again, our dismal futures are set to be jeopardized.

We are assured all help and assistance.

Yet, they slowly take away funding for social services.

So, we must unify against their resistance.

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The poor get poorer and the rich get richer.

Yet they sit and watch many of us barely get by everyday.

What’s wrong with this picture?!?!

Do not subject yourself to be devoured.

Let us secure the futures of our children,

We must be educated and empowered!!!

RESIST!

The Forgotten

Its beautiful wings move from side to side,

Bright in color and voluminous,

For all who watch with pride.

Its graceful footsteps dance to the song,

Coming from its powerful voice,

The Great Spirit sings along.

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A life long history of struggle and pain,

Many heroes and legends

Found in the sun, moon, earth, wind and rain.

The mysteries embedded in their songs and dance that last,

Leaves a trail for all to follow

And, embrace its powerful and important past

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow....

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When his small fingers ravages and pillages,
Amongst peels of rotted oranges and bananas,
And colorful,
Green,

White,
Sometimes black,
Fuzzy, yummy French fries,
Mixed in his usual fruitful salad bowl of fruit flies,



Zipping,

            Buzzing,



Listen to his surround sound system.
A regular lone audience member,
He sits in his large and empty auditorium,
Four walls of dilapidated cardboard,
Swaying with the winds,
Like a sunflower in the field of a storm.
Tired, he rests his little head,
On ripped, colorful SpongeBob Square Pants printed,
Cushion-filled defecation.


 

          He is never hungry.



Why does a person deserve to live?



Somewhere over the rainbow…

When I find her shivering, curled up like a precious baby girl,
Exhausted, she clicks her six-inch hot pink heels together,
It’s not Kansas anymore.
She’s tired from doing her nighttime dance,
All men are entranced, by her theatrical feats.
A big time actress in her hood,
She returns to her mansion of expanse-filled space,
Loud horns, car engines engaging in their orchestra,
Deafening barks and thunderous daily screams,
From guns, are her neighbors,
Who share her dark, starry eyed living room,



          She’s never lonely.



Why does a person deserve to live?



Somewhere over the rainbow…



When he creates his own cold, prison cell,
Moats, iron-barred gates, only one entrance,
Will allow you in…
To his,
Hell.
Restrained with a cactus made straight jacket,
Prickly thorns rapidly grew.
He never speaks,
Mute to the world.
Yet, we only hear his voice, when his small arms,
Ferociously,
Shoves,
Scratches,
And rips through his jacket,
Reaching out for,
Our sun’s warmth,
He shivers.
I feel his calloused and scarred arms,
Like icy stalactites in December,
The ice melts ever so slowly,
Slowly, dripping like a leaky, broken faucet,
Waiting and ready to burst.



          He still waits.



Why do they deserve to live?

Yes, they deserve to eat.

Yes, they deserve shelter.

Yes, they deserve to be treated equally.



Most of all we deserve love.

Don’t we?

Letter to My Fathers...

Dedicated to my father, grandpa Ramon and grandpa Mariano:

In this photo: my grandpa Ramon and my mom

Manong,

Why did you leave your family?

“In search for a better life,

Opportunity and equality!”

Manong,

Why are you in so much pain?

“We face discrimination and poverty,

Human rights taken away with nothing to gain.”

Manong,

Why are you so depressed?

“Opportunities lost and taken,

Beaten down and often oppressed.”

Manong,

How do you maintain?

“Our perseverance and aspirations,

Keeps us alive without disdain.”

Manong,

When will this arduous journey cease?

“When we all achieve our dreams

Of equality, opportunity and peace.”

These Words

These words,

Are dancing as it flows with each line,

It shouts,

Phrases panting heavily spilled onto paper,

Oh, what a mess,

Waiting to arouse, suppressed thoughts and,

Emotion-filled anger, excitement of exploding fireworks,

Look, what a sight,

Traveling down your spine, it tickles,

The poets who defecate these words into his or her mic,

Through the versatile, sometimes bludgeoning pen,

Mysteriously striking you blind sighted, to see

Enlightenment with,

These words.

And so...it begins!

First, this photo is of me taken in San Francisco, one of my favorite sacred spaces where my spirit feels at peace, tranquil and rejuvenated.  My spirit always feels compelled to be in constant reflection about myself, my experiences and life in general.  ....And so it begins.....I am awakened to the start of the Regenesis of the Sultry Tongue!  What does that mean, you ask? Let me begin by sharing that I've often found myself making the right choices when I listen to my intuition.  And, it was during the evening of Thanksgiving 2011, when my spirit/intuition compelled me to share my writings, express my truths and grab the pen and paper to start writing once again.  This, out of nowhere feeling to get back into writing, has led me here. 

My life continues to be filled with beautiful, joyous, painful, inspirational, heartbreaking challenges, and spiritual experiences that have led me to where I am today.  However, I am grateful to every person and each experience in my life.  I define myself as a work-in-progress, constantly learning, evolving, a process that leads me to be in a state of ever-lasting transformation.  The totality of who I am and what I see in the world, can be seen and felt through the thoughts, feelings and experiences in my poetry and writings.  My ceaseless evolution for positive transformation, both external and internal, can be best understood through the power of my Sultry Tongue.  I am grateful for your presence here...and am thankful to you for viewing my work. 
 I look forward to any comments and feedback....