You've Proven Your Point

[ No food, no laundry, no dishes,

No hopes, no dreams, no wishes . . .

You're a serpent, a lier, a cheat,

But padre, you can be beat . . . ]

 

Every word is a  guillotine,

Every talk is a fu[ck]ing war,

Slice me down - hear your hija scream!

 

You've finally scraped pain to the core... .. .

Reviews

[Lalli]

wow... deep, passionate, brilliant! I like how you ended the first line with the positve outlook of "you can be beat" speaking of bleeding on the paper.. right here! I have this philosphy that the best poems come from with each word that we read it exposes complete nakedness and vulnerability.. you accomplished this here, and i commend you for it!

much love n' respect

-Lalli