A dark, clear night
The ferns sway to invisible music
The leaves whisper their
sweet secrets
Perfect for stargazing
You lay out the blanket
It's golden like the first rays of sun
And purple like an Iris
They used to bloom here, I say,
But that was many years ago
It is easier
To talk with the blanket there
And the sky,
The ever twinkling sky
You wrote a poem about me
It wasn’t very good
You said I made you a tortured poet
Then laughed
And it’s all a blur-
Isn’t it
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.
Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
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