If I could write away time,
I would erase the last 30 years,
glue shut my tear ducts, cause
back then I had no tears.
walk the skyline in Mami's stilettos,
put on Chela's skirt and LaLa's favorite
rainbow punch sweater.
Stay a child just a little while
longer

I would burn down Walter's market, where
we went with Mami's notes to get her cigarettes,
shoot Mr. Kim with tar tranquilizers, so he
could feel the curse of being chinese and black.
Crack jokes about him not looking like the others,
because he had more melanin than the rest.


I Never would have taken time to learn English language,
because our native tongues make even sad words sound
warm and glad. English hurts too bad. And I
wouldn't pretend I never had a British accents.

I would take the hearts of kittens and place them
in each man; he be gentle and fierce together, king and coward but my coward; I wouldnt judge him, just love him
till the end.

Convince him he is my honor, and no matter my actions, he should always be there. The same way we catch his back, regardless, whatever; we get mad, but WE ARE THERE!

I would let the love of children be our only air,
so we would never mind breathing again, never ever
have those insecure cares.

then I would take sisters and touch their fingers, so that
we could experience others truths, put aside our silly ideas
and not need an actual "reason" to stand for a truce;

let it be known that when you raped them, you are raping me too, there is so much more in this short life we really could do

together...

arms locked to block the clocks of socialized genocide,
its not diseases we know that kills us , its the filth
of our past inside. We judge and die when all others really
want is to know what we stand for and why...

its not that hard...

you may lose a friend or two, but if so, they were really foe; you might have to look at yourself in the mirror, and if its the first time, take off your sneakers, stand proudly
in your broken glass chips all over the floor.
Lay all our sh**t  bare and then say take me as I be
'cause the new me is free, and I'm in charge of who
I let hurt me and who I chose to love at all cost, to know happy.

Life is a screwed up game to be in, but I like living
so I have to play and make up my own rules. I choose to be
Queen commander, because it is all I know how to be; until I lose...then there's the bruise, but in time, they seem to heal.

We seem to forget that even a leader can bleed...
Catch the blood drops from my eyes and don't
leave me stained.

A girl of 5  knew then to do this, but the world
shut its doors, taken her spirit away again;
30 more years passed and still the cycle of agony
never ends...

If I could write away time, I would only deduct
that thing which makes us suffer.