They say that no one can make you feel inferior
without your consent,
Well I don't believe that shit.
We are so close,
You almost led me to believe
That you trusted me.
But you spin round and round
And always come back to the same thing:
Hurting me.
I'm tired of this shit,
You can't just be the perfect woman anymore.
I let myself believe
That shutting me out would give you the key
But I won't do it anymore
You won't have my help with this door.
But, you won't need it at all.
I've lost lots of opportunities
Waiting for you to get it right, to get settled,
Made them believe that I was the villain,
Just to get you your happy ending,
And yet you tell me that I'm selfish
That you have bigger problems
And I know you believe you're not hurting me
It's better if you leave me alone.
Because your remedy is worse than the curse,
And you need to let me figure this out on my own.
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Colonialism and María
PoetryA collection of pieces giving voice to the emotions, grief, and trauma that I felt after the catastrophic hurricane Maria passed through Puerto Rico. The first three pieces are my interpretations of unfinished fragments I found in my sketchbook reim...
