...BEAUTIFUL WORDS to RAISE the ESTEEM of my people...
No soy NINGUN “María” del barrio.
‘Como una flor-‘Con tanto amor’
Ni una luna negra.
Soy la celosa estrella aguantando a mi bandera-a veces solita;
Escucha mi voz en la canción de la escasez;
Las aguas sucias del barrio es la ropa de mi cuerpo.
Mi cara-carácter-cuerpo y alma consisten de piedras duros y feas;
Soy la reina sin rey del Bronx hasta Los Ángeles,
Soy el sol del Caribe, porque ‘El Norte’ no existe,
I jay walk the moonwalk to Tito Puente’s “Beat It” Remix
In the Real Gangsta’s Paradise.
Sin Madre, Sin Padre
My sassiness is the beauty of the BROWNBRICKEDBRONXRIVERPROJECTSBROWNBRICKEDBRONXRIVERPROJECTSBROWNBRICKEDBRONXRIVERPROJECTSBROWNBRICKEDBROWNRIVERPROJECTSBROWNBIBACIOUSBLETHERSKATEBORROWEDBLACKBLUEBRUISEDBREACHEDBLOODIEDBOUNDBANKRUPTBASTARDBAVIANBUTBRIGHTBILINGUALBEAUTIFULBIGBUTTBELDAMBOUNTIFULBACULUMBRIDGEBUILDERBEATBOXERBAISEMAINBAPTIZEDBASILICABENEFICENTBESTBIBLIOMANIACBOANERGESBOUSTROPHEDONBERSATRIXBELLWETHERBEATABECOMINGBRUNNEOUSBRONXBORICUA(_____________________AYUDEME A LLENAR_ _____________________________________).
my hamartia is not enough…BEAUTIFUL WORDS…to undo an english mess.
my hamartia-is-not-enough-to-undo-an-english-mess.
…BEAUTIFUL WORDS…
“…BEAUTIFUL WORDS…”
EVELYN BATISTA
10.02.12
For my Father
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