I Create As I Speak and Your Eyes Are Closed, You Must Be Sleeping
(Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, USA)
I am not speaking
I am writing
But maybe one day I will say these words
And they will live
They will be heard and hated
Unwittingly I will admit by my actions
That what I feel as I read this aloud to myself
Has created something unexplainable in me
I will submit to the words I hear
Hopefully, what I write and then say creates love and life
Not doubt and death
Abracadabra
(Boyle Heights, Los Angeles, USA)
Your Eyes Are Closed, You Must Be Sleeping
When you type on your phone
You must be texting
You're writing a poem you say? Make that poem known!
When you need time to yourself
You must hate being around people
You need space you say? Here is space and it's wealth!
When your eyes are closed
You must be sleeping
You're thinking you say? About what I suppose?
When your eyes are closed and you're not asleep
Please open them for my comfort
Don't make me weep
Think with your eyes open for me
