Category barrio

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]


It’s the sound heard around the world Better yet the sound heard around Around where? In my barrio After a long day of playing One is the cop The other a robbery Children’s imaginations taken away from the reality that surrounds them We struggle and play We play hard all day Up and down the […]