Poems from acihenacho
I am fighting my cornerpushing against walls that will always be strongerand punching bricks that do nothing but make me bleedso I get...
I didn't go to your funeral
and my excuse was something alone the lines of "they're just not my thing"
as if it was something reserved...
my muscle memory has forgotten happy
it has forgotten how to lift the edges of my smile
and hang them on the ends of my face
my deep...
white
is the presence of all colors
and black
is the absence of all colors
so even before these colors
were hand-picked
and sewn into our...
If I have a son
I will prepare him for the world
I will make sure he gets an education
and pray he doesn't realize that their history is a...