Honoring my reality means witnessing the betrayal of promises.
“They’ll love you for you!” is the kind hearted speech from the ones who pray for you.
The ones who prey on you rewrite that line as “If only your parents weren’t so poor, maybe I’d have pride in you.”
If only my etiquette were more societally accepted instead of eat quickly scattered around the house and leave no crumbs
anywhere you know we have a new mouse.
If only my nerves weren’t alert when opening cabinets. You never know if a roach will climb into your hand.
They’ll love you for you!!! Up until they understand.
They wait for you to practice silverware science as if soup spoons existed at soup kitchens.
They wait for you to curtsy before supremacy as a show of politeness. I bow down to no enemy.
They hope you play the game too so you can own the furniture in your living room.
Never respecting that everything you own was paid for by your own bone.
Your feet your wrists your spine
When you’re an “exotic sassy firecracker” or a reminder of another’s Mother or Motherland
You’re never really viewed
Do not play though
You know why you’re You
You know how you’re You
Pride in your life requires
Silverware science and rodent free homes are cool
!Moving On Up!
Hot is the peace of solitude and connections true to You
I love me for me
Will love you for you
Because Humans are not accessories.
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.