PO' Poets


Mama said Knock YOU Out: A Mixed-Race Indigenous (Pacific Islander) woman chasing the lie of the "American" Dream

sadya maalam
Friday, March 12, 2010;

You know growing up I always wanted a white mom
White mothers knew how to drive cars
They would pick you up from school & have chocolate chip cookies waiting for you when you got home
They were calm, collected, and didn’t yell
They spoke slowly yet surely
They didn’t hit you
Shit, everybody knew white American parents didn’t beat your ass and I was sick of getting my ass beat.
They would help you with your homework
Talk to you about puberty
They would tell your friends to call her by her first name

Felicita Pedroza - Poverty Scholar and Boriqua Poet: A Poem

Felicita Pedroza
Saturday, March 13, 2010

LET ME

I want to blast the resonance of your voice to dance on your lips
I want to jump on your breast and glide down to your hips
Let me unwind on your cheeks and leap over your pores
Let me dwell deep within your heart’s core

I want to bathe in the flush of your cheeks
I want to be your valor when you feel weak
Let me roll around on your tongue
Let me breathe my passion into your lungs

I want to climb up your spine
I want to leave traces of kisses behind
Let me taste your neck and collarbone

It was a warm night...A poem in honor of a young brother, Idriss Stelley, shot down by police

 

It was a warm night
the kind that drips
with pain

It was a warm night
filled with whispers
and screams

you can peel that
kind of night away
with your fingernails -
you can cry into
that kind of night
and no-one will hear you

it was a warm night
filled with you ...

THE LAVA OF MOLTEN HOPE

For the Oaxacan strikers and in memory
of those murdered in the struggle

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