Poems from sarah.0rtiz
Poetry has been my escape ever since I could remember. Every time I think of what to say or write, my throat has a seal that is broken free from strangulation. Words tend to sporadically slip out of my mouth and I have the pure enjoyment of writing them down.
México. La tierra madre.
La tierra que pasó por mucho dolores.
La tierra que fue destrozada y conquistada por aquellos españoles.
La...
Dear Complexion,
Brown. Black. White.
Café. El color de mi madre tierra.
Brown. The color of my mother earth.
Negro. El color que simboliza...
Hate. The word that proves how low your society really is.
Ignorance. You wish to teach love, yet I am a refuge for you fools.
Segregate....