Chiquitita

Que quieres que te diga, Chiquita?

Te meto un dedo

y te doy con mi lengüita.

Ay que sabrosita estas!

Dame mas de

tu jugo dame mas!

Mira como te escurre

tu lechita, entre tus labios

menores y mayores bien

rojos  y esponjaditos

te los rosa la gota de tu leche

resbalosa en rumbo

a tu  ano mojando

tus nalguitas hasta estallar.

Que quieres Chiquitita?

Dime que quieres.

Dime que me quieres Chiquita.

Dime que mas quieres

estoy para complacer

coger, y coger hasta coser

nuestras pieles una contra la otra

con nuestra calentura se derriten

dedos, nudillos, palma de mi mano, muñeca.

Que mona eres, mi muñeca

dime que quieres estar con migo

que yo soy tu tesoro

que vez mi corazón de oro

que canta,

canto por ti

en voz alta.

Voz suelta

como un arcoíris

doblándose por las nubes

saludando a los cielos

perfecto como el sol en

la amanecer…nuevo día

tengo. Es lo mejor que tengo

contigo cada nuevo día

que me despierto  a tu lado

te siento Chiquita

y el amor que te tengo

me hace sentir chiquita

por lo enorme que son nuestras

posibilidades.

Que quieres que te diga

Chiquita, te amo.

Always the Help

My dream had always been to live in politics, study the laws of this land, be versed in democracy, and dish out justice to poor, immigrant, and other marginalized people en route to my post as Compton’s first Latina mayor. I was an eager sophomore at UCLA majoring in political science wearied by the level of competition. I was a nobody, not a star student, not known for my potential, just another student floating amongst the many over achievers swimming like salmons upstream where our future lay. I knew I had to do more if I wanted to stand out, get a letter of rec to an outstanding law school. I needed the guidance from other outsiders who had trekked this path before. I a young brown girl in a discipline, white as the walls of its department, traditions older than the building it was housed in, saw myself in you, Professor Star, fresh blood, eager faced Associate Professor with the energy and smarts that had broken through the political science glass-ceiling. I took you in and was excited by your voice, assured, strong and booming which filled the intimidatingly big lecture hall as you fielded questions from white, male students who sat back, so cool and comfortably in class knowing they belonged. When I watched you dialogue with that lone white female student whose outlier-ness was masked by the pep in her voice I thought of how I could get time with you after class. I was hungry to pick your brain; feast on your survival skills, so I became your research assistant. Each time I waited outside your office, listening to your womanly boss-voice rattle out your door as you guided your other young mentee, a white girl my, flame quivered, feet got heavy and doubt came over me like a chill. When I walked into your office, you’d ask me “how did the research go? Did you find and summarize the articles?” Never any formalities with me, never asked me how I was or how school was going for me. I coveted the platitudes I overheard you have with your young white mentee. But for me just a hello then my “to do” list. In those moments I felt like my mom, no I wasn’t working on my feet all day for meager pay, I was in the halls of a prestigious university interning for a white scholar who saw me as labor. The dream had always been to be in politics, after two quarters of feeling undervalued I went into your office placed your research on your desk and told you I quit. Your eyes looked at me as if recognizing me for the first time and you stayed quiet not knowing how to field my emotions.  

Butch Metro …sexual

So gay it's straight

Like a steel refrigerator

Cold milk, olives and beer.

Porky, rolly Polly

Stalky like the tin man

But yes con un corazón

Que siente tu ausencia

Siempre te recodare como mi travel Buddy compartiendo habitaciones

Hábitos como el de cantar por las mañanas

"Despierta, despierta Claudia," eres como el sol

Interceptando mis sueños

Brillante como una sonrisa

Una mañana joven me conosistes

Y un anochecer New Year's Eve te reencontré bajo esa luna, esa música

Las sonrisas estrellando la noche

Al ritmo de las voces de mujeres

Lesbianas, latinas amor de mujeres

Armo de mujeres creando intima

Hace  tanto tiempo que no habíamos hablado compartimento aprendiendo una de la otra, tan sensual tu mirada lassoing me en tus revolturas de ideas

así son las rebeldes te agarran del cerebro como si fuera chongo

Stretching your scalp skin

Birth Goddess, mouth open

Así de abierto se siente el hueco de mi corazón.

Knock

Knock

...right there

And there my tongue

Wants to knock knock

Against your foamy walls

Cheeks-with-bite-marks-red

Your walls sticky with this September heat

I see you sleeping mmmK

Big k

Your knee

45 degree

And your baby but cheek

Perfect poke

Like a puppy eye

Under a blanket

Poke right there

With my perked lips

Feel that meaty thigh

Sushi on my tongues

Poke - po-ke right

There

(Insert ukulele right here)

I'll be your Island sway

Keeping it cool

Licking your skin like you

Like, let the breeze do.

I want you to meet my little friend

Had been hiding for a while

Feeling means every part of your body

I have been working my mind

-just be thankful I don't run on electricity

What a charge

That bill would be

What a charge I give me every night.

Like Betsy Ross but brown queer and better

I sow for my city I sow, sow for

My city this quilt

Call it a poem but rain

Or shine

It's transformed in your Brian

Bits and pieces

Like short sentences

Call it a poem.

Knock knock

...right there is the proof

In our documents

Have them in order

Prove your resistance

Existence

Resistance to continue

No looking back know

Mountain climbing

Grab onto to the next

Hook I keep it going

It's all historical and shit

Tetatud, LU, GLU, LUNA, La Familia, el clóset de Sor Juana, tele manita, Llego, tongues, viva

Monica Palacios

Luis Alfaro

Latin pride, Chuparrosa

Club Fire, mujeres de maiz, COOL, Jota Magazines, Tentaciones, Gaspar de Alba, Plush Pony,

butchlalis de panochtitlan, Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock

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