La Sirena
Yo soy del fondo del mar
Nadie me puede provocar
Las olas vienen a mi lado
Y se acercan sin vergüenza
Los peces me besan con sus labios
Y las plantas me abrazan sin hacerme daño
La arena me ignora
Y siempre se me escapa
Encuentro muchas joyas
Pero nunca puedo alcanzarlas
Son como un sueno de la imaginación
El agua fría me despierta
Y del oscuro del fondo me concierta
Nunca he mirado el sol
O he sentido el aire en mi piel
Siempre mojada y raramente seca
Mis lágrimas nunca salen
Pero siempre están dentro de mi corazón
Mi cuerpo se mueve sin razón
Y vuela para siempre
Al momento que muero
Me hundo al fondo de la imaginación.
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I've been writing poetry since I was 10. I've been using my imagination since I could talk. I'm a Native American with Mexican Heritage. I am also a recovering codependent and Chicana Feminist. My poetry might be triggering, so I caution whoever wants to read any of my poetry. I've taken English classes (and Spanish classes in college), however, the poems I post are pre-college. I will eventually most more post-college poems once I get back into the swing of writing poetry again. I'm applying for a Masters in Social Work, yet writing is my love that eventually led to my desire to know and help people.
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