Poems from guadaluperivera

Words are Art
Let’s stick with the facts we don't want any one getting confused  In this world of different colors, why is it me I'm getting accused? Not...
Rotten Apples  Rotten Apples I’m the apple at the bottom of the tree I smoke a joint by myself I married Mr. Lonely I got boogers in my...
I passed by a park abundant with children It smelled of sunscreen and youth My skin chilled at the breeze  carrying their budding dreams  I...
I held a rose today  I grasped its thorns aggressively  My ring finger was pricked As if nature had told me, “She is far too exquisite to...
As a beautiful woman  jaws drop crooked  eyes peel open and cross when vulgarity drips from my mouth  my supple lips should not speak with...

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