when you looked at me

did you not see the Irish green in my eyes?
Or was it overcast by the bronzed shade of my skin?

the marks of the Old World

minced with the curls from another …

two worlds dancing into each other

a performance of race and nations

defying the boundaries of societal standards

blurring lines of two identities

A Sixteen Year Old Stands- Woudof Mile

Woudof Mile

Yo Ti Fanm Sezan Ki Kanpe

On ti fanm sezan
ki kanpe
kwen gran ri ak ri demirak
a onze diswa
lan yon to wob fatigue

On ti fanm sezan
ki kanpe kon yon I
anba on galeri
Li pa p’tann pesonn moun
Selman lakay li
manman-l grangou
prêt pou mouri
lit pito ret kanpe la
gwo onze diswa
lan fredi anba yon galeri
sou gran ri.

A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL STANDS

Sixteen year old girl
standing
corner of Miracle and Main
at eleven p.m.
in a faded dress

A sixteen year old girl
stands alone
under the arcade
Not waiting for the bus
Not waiting for anybody
at home her
starving mother is
about to die
But she’d rather be standing
here with the eleven
p.m. crowd in the cold
on Main Street.

creole

Suze Baron

“They sit for hours in the “cafes” warming their precious behinds, and talk without stopping about “culture” “art” “revolution” and so on and so forth, thinking themselves the gods of the world, dreaming the most fantastic nonsenses and poisoning the air with theories and theories that never come true.”
― Frida Kahlo

fear

Mirror of the night …

“My Diego: Mirror of the night Your eyes green swords inside my flesh. waves between our hands. All of you in a space full of sounds — in the shade and in the light. You were called AUXOCHROME the one who captures color. I CHROMOPHORE — the one who gives color. You are all the combinations of numbers. life. My wish is to understand lines form shades movement. You fulfill and I receive. Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.”
― Frida Kahlo

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