Milagros: A Love Story
When she was born
Her mother named her Milagros
Her father was never around
The neighbors said she was beautiful
But it was sad that her hair was too kinky.
When she was fifteen years old
She had dreams to go after
When she was seventeen
She dropped out of school
because it was the groovy thing to do’
When she was almost eighteen
She opened her legs to Papo who told her he loved her
The night after he told her to get the hell away.
When she was almost eighteen
She was cool, she partied, she smoked
And got down a few times
Hoping someone would tell her
I love you and mean it
But time passed and no one ever did
When she was nineteen
She had five abortions.
When she was twenty
She was cool, she partied, she smoked
Marketing her wasted body on 42nd Street
To buy American dreams
Hating the ugly smell of polluted breath
and old men telling her
I love you
Spanish girl.