Category chicano

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 […]

POEM: MY LIPS REMAIN SEALED

My lips remain sealed Do real people really exist? Can you trust someone with your dreams? Truth breakers roam the streets Found in your homes from those closer to thee Enemies afar off Yet the snake is close Does a genuine smile really exist? Do they hold onto your thoughts? Or spill them as quick […]

POEM: TO ALL THOSE THAT I KNEW

To all those that I knew Taken away from the arms of love ones Taken by the barrel of the gun Oppressed from the reality of self All for one piece of land Which belonged to a system and not one Yet to die and to live was but a vapor in this land Oppressed […]

Poem: A piece of heaven

A claim to the piece of the jungle The concrete jungle known by all Their little piece of heaven They claim to own yet they are but slaves Slaves to a system that feeds on them In a jungle created In a jungle death found Yet they continue to claim what once belonged to them […]

POEM: A CYCLE

Like a cycle The story is never ending A drunk of a father A mother consumed by the power of the unknown drugs And yet there you see on the floor A baby with no hope from within As he grows all you see is a house filled with the darkness of no love Yet […]

POEM: CONQUISTADORES YOU CALL THEM

Where they really conquistadores? Those that came to our land Corazones filled with greed To destroy our gente was indeed what was taken Robbed us of our land Our culture was suppressed To those that thought they had conquered all But to destroy they were brought The land today screams with the pain from nuestros […]

POEM: MARTÍN WAS HIS NAME

A kind and gentle soul Martin was his name Who came from the slums of the hood One that would sell all for a meal He knocks on the door I open to greet Martin stood there with a machine “¿Lo quieren comprar?” was Martins question But little did we know Martin was so sneaky […]