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Acid Blind
--Jessica Vasquez

Not long ago, they wouldn’t have even walked down the street,
They would huddle together at home in the dark,
Cling to their mother,
Cling to each other.
Sisters.

At first light, they eagerly gathered their books,
Covered their heads with black shawls,
Said goodbye to mother,
Held hands,
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I wrote this on Saturday. My first poem in quite some time. Let me know what you think. This is my first draft.

Echo Park

By Jessica Vasquez

It makes grown men cry.
Gold banded fingers reach up,
Jam tough and hard,
So news cameras can hear him speak:

The boy just went across the street
To pick a few lemons
For the evening cocido.

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I think I've discovered a "found poem" somewhere in this article. It's just so sad and strange.

~LOVE~

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I posted this poem earlier, buy it has undergone lots of revision. Here is the final draft, which will be in my final poetry portfolio for the quarter. Now I just have to revise six more poems by next Monday! Plus write a 4-6 page paper by next Thursday (with at least two pages done by this Tuesday). And write another 250 word paper about the ( Read more... )

My grandmother, also referred to as my Nana, passed away last night in Modesto, CA. I was actually relieved to find out this news this morning when my dad called me. In the past week, she had definitely taken a turn for the worse. Her kidneys finally really stopped working on Monday. Now I know she is no longer in pain. I don't really feel like ( Read more... )

Between Batteries and ErasersBatteries walk the streets of Los Angeles ( Read more... )

Farewell to My Twenty-First YearI ushered you in with pink and silver ( Read more... )

Hello, friends. I have written a poem that is quite different from anything I have ever written before. I would appreciate any and all feedback (both critical and positive) you can give me. Thanks!!

Reflections on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday1. At twelve, I was asked ( Read more... )