Chicano Poet

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Poetess

In the very distant past
when God and the Devil were one and the same

things were indeed
black and white

not like now
when colors reign supreme

which is why my love
torments me

and I torment her
her lips so red and angry

oh the foul words
which come out her pretty little mouth

and become
poems

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