Two nights ago,
I became that girl...

I wish I knew what a homeland felt like, I wish...
"Santo Domingo", I say in a low tone...

Atleast I know I was human with you,
and him, and her...

My mami works a lot,
hours unending on...

I know, that I look really rough,
come across as intimidating...

I gave you the best
Of the worst lies...

I’ve grown weary of my own sad,
there are days where not even...

I dream of her,
with a belly swollen...

Its been seven days,
since my mother left on vacation...

I think the woman is something far too resentful...
The poet is proud like a peacock, she knows she's...

Just understand
that it has nothing to do with you...

Once upon a time,
Promises were made...