Category latinopoetry

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 […]


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 […]


You call it a cloud To me it’s una nube To you it’s a cloud To my people it was life As a child my memories wonder A cloud of memories appear What is it I said? Una nube he answered To me it meant life How the water drops that gave life to the […]