La Llorona

Even though time has change

This woman has not

She is a monster 

No the same who killed children, no

She is another type of monster…

She has a new look 

Her once long black hair

Is now dyed an ugly shade of blonde 

Her hair now doesn’t even reach her shoulders

Her pitch black eyes are now covered with sunglasses too big for her head

She no longer wonders the night, but she moves around with a minivan

Her children

Always fighting and throwing tantrums

Yet she turns a blind eye

But once you mess up an order or just say her coupon is expired

Her demoner turns into rage

She demands to speak your manager

She has become a monster!

The once scary Llorana has become

A Karen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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