Poems from AJay
I was a Sneetch walking down a segregated Mulberry Street
Passing my neighbor who’d let her trash pile higher and higher.
The world was...
Pamphlets litter my floor
The desk
The chair
My pillow
I have to figure this out
I have no driver's license
No car to drive
No job to get...
Euphoria
Yeah that's what I'd call it
EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am
The feeling of never wanting to sit still
The...
The room is a cold as her tears
Her body is adorned in a veil of dark roses
In her hands, margaritas dust her with pollen
She looks pretty...
I'm dressed in luto because she's dead
A dark mantilla adorns my head
I'm clutching flowers and wiping tears
Because I'm living in one of...