Poems from Lexi Cornelia Diaz Villanueva
Why not Like a battleField I fightMyselfShes broughtKnifes to mySwallowed Wrists Tied them From herNeck to A pole
Truth sheFeel'...
Sitting in
Serengetti
in the rain
colored grass
Tasting cake
as sweet as heaven
as i stumble through
dark puddles
Hearing the wind...
Spanish,
polish, Nigerian
and French
All different races
Racism is not
seen through
colored eyes
But of black and white
Untrimmed...
Thou is beauty
more fair, thou
lips traced with
crimson gold
Thou no art may
compare thee to a
nights beauty
Only eyes of
blue...
They all
say they
know me
but in
reality they
know
nothing
They don't
listen nor
hear what
I say
I fell hidden and lost
I feel...