Poems from JMacho
Teacher: I am teacher.
Student: I am student.
Teacher: Good morning students I am your teacher.
Student: You were my teacher. I was meant...
How to pick you up
One
Are you French because Eiffel for you
But if that doesn’t work
Or move on to plane two
Two
Say
Hey, tie your shoes...
San Juan, Ponce, Caguas
My island, my home
4,600+ swept under a political rug
Our so called president
Complained about the cost
While souls...
Sometimes my words
Go in one ear and out the other.
But that’s ok
Cause by heart and soul we are tethered.
It’s my job to be mad...
Dear depression
I wake up
And I wake up more
To the sun that burns
With your name stuck in my throat
I feel things
And I feel things now...