Poetry
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Northwestern’s Descoloridos: A Night of Artistic Activism
This painting and poem were for Northwestern University’s Descoloridos: A Night of Artistic Activism on January 31st and February 1st, 2019. “The containment of Latinx people is rampant in our world today. From the political corruption in Latin America, to the crisis at our own border, to stereotypical representation in the media and underrepresentation in history,…
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Lucky
My love, I will write you letters to quiet the anxieties always finding their way to your lips For every time I feel the softly chapped softly bitten softly softly all spoken like wishes I wasted on birthday candles and pennies in a fountain The way you walk so slowly in front of the green…
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Hello You
It’s two in the morning and I’m staring at myself in the mirror, realizing I’m falling in love again My, what more could I ask than to romanticize my stretch marks And bark out laughter toward the anxieties gathering in my throat It had been so long So fucking long Since I was able to welcome…
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You’re Past Tense Now
I talk to you like you’re past tense And I know I shouldn’t Because you are my present Solely, completely, I have little regard for who you are in the future I can’t let myself Not when there is so little time to call you my own I wish I could tell you all of…
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Things I Wish I Could Tell You
You see yourself As I see myself And I know how crippling that is There is something so inevitable about you So distant, untouched, Yet completely tainted I miss the days where I didn’t think twice about the noises leaving your throat But we are here now And I realize how awfully young you…
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Let Me Be Here
While you hold my head in your lap The ocean’s air floats through our skin And as I kiss you, Your neck tastes like salt There is something within your arms I could just cry about As if all this time I’ve grasped a mere stranger God, when I look at him I don’t recall who…
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A Little Homeless
I love you slightly, Oh, so slightly I almost forget it’s there It feels like the absence of pain once his ghost faded from my pillows It is the quiet padding of your fingers on my forearm You asked me if I missed him I miss all my homes Sometimes my chest still hurts…
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Let Us Pretend This Is Okay
You looked at him straight on- You had never seen him so close to your own face Daring, It was completely daring of you to press yourself against him like that And you knew you shouldn’t have You knew it You know it But his eyes God, they were soft So fucking deceiving in all…
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Consolation
You look nothing like Clint Eastwood Now matter how much you squint Your brown eyes will always be yours, How I recognize them to be When you lied atop the side of my bed A fleeting thought of intimacy squeezed itself through the neat sheets Sometimes my words make you sad And I understand…
Gia Raquel 