TU RUINA PERO A MI NO ME TOCAS.
In a world of bougie cliques
I’m proud to be a Jibara
I don’t care how you look at me
Disapproval, disgust, humor
Good for you.
That you’re so much better than me that you feel the right to look down on me because
I’m not bougie
I’m not in the circle
Degrees don’t hang on my wall or I haven’t attended marches
Fuck off bitch
I’m street I’m poverty I’m struggle I’m survival I’m hard
I don’t live in a fantasy world clouds all round me empty minds looking to be granted
I think for myself
You know in the world of bougie cliques
They’re all individuals and when individually they see me
They don’t see me
They judge me
So imagine when that bougie clique comes together freely
The cackling for days
How blessed are they
While I’m just a Jibara
I have nothing to contribute nothing to say nothing to offer I’m nothing
To them
I’m one of them
Those that are not them
Birds of a feather block together
Watch your coops
Your co-ops
Who you cooperate with
Who cooperates with you
It is a reflection
So when you stand next to me
You’re standing next to a Jibara
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I’ll tell you you’re just hanging with me
and I’m enough.
Talk makes me yawn.
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
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