She Kept On

She kept on

even after

they took

her race cars

and gave her

dollies that

did not look

like her

She kept on,

even after they

said "get down

from that tree"

and even told

her to act like

a lady (as if

royalty were

the goal)

She kept on,

even as she

solved for x

and the only

pi she cared

about was the

three point

one four

and the numbers

that ran into infinity

because as anyone

can tell you, "Girls

can’t do math"

She kept on,

even after

the boys in the

hood and the

little cholitas

who followed

them,

tried so

very hard

to play

their reindeer

games because

she knew, “shit

there ain't

no croquetas

in jail.”

She kept on,

even when

they told

her to wear

a dress

get high heels

put on lipstick

act like a lady

(again, as if she aspires

to royalty).

They really

don’t get it;

those little

hood boys

and them

gangsta girls

(who she beat

at every game

played in;)

tried to beat

her in.

She kept on

even when

he came on

to her

known for

many years

played bball with

played futbol with

played cops and

robbers with

he told her

he would

take her home

its late

its gonna

rain; its gonna

snow,

c’mon

get in.

She kept on;

even after

they stitched

her wound

even after

they poked

and probe

even after

all the

questions

and even after

he was

acquitted.

She kept on

turning pain

into strength

She kept on

during the12 hour

labor. she kept on

when they said

she could not.

In the face of

naysayers, haters,

enablers;

She kept on

even when she

stood in front

of the gates

and told Peter

“I’ll take it

from here”

© Ramón Piñero

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Wounds

open wounds

slow to heal as

the pain lasts

longer than

the longest day.

open wounds

seek salve

in words

and soft

touches

kisses on

the forehead

and a

cuddlemuched

night.

in silence,

wounds fester

and grow

taking over

healthy tissue

like the evil

that goes

unanswered

by good men

© Ramón Piñero

    Derechos Reservados

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