It was real hard
To cry until I saw the altar
I just couldn’t believe it,
Ya know. ?
These kinda things happen to
Other people, not her
Not to my friends
Not to her
People had left all kinds of gifts
Like a deranged birthday party
And two framed pictures showed
her wide smile
And that’s when it sunk in
And I cried
Tears like shining full moons
Until I was bled dry
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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