papi is a strong man

 

Papi es un hombre muy fuerte

His bruised red knuckles never let him forget

Papi drinks a lot (every three days to be exact)

Dice que lo hace because it helps him forget

Last night I caught papi llorando outside in the front steps

I asked him what had happened “papi que te paso”

And he said it was nothing “nada mi cielo”

Then i asked papi “ si nada paso porque estas llorando asi”

And papi replied with “ porqué la cerveza se acabó y perdí el control”

I placed my hand on papi’s shoulder and he looked up at me with regret in his eyes.

Papi said “ mi niña te pido perdón, y hazme un favor.”

What favor papi?

A tear rolled down his eye as he said “ no te enamores de alguien como yo”

-mami it wasn't your fault, it was the world who made him a monster, el nunca te quiso romper el corazón

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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