Observaciones De La Mañana ♥️

Observaciones De La Mañana ♥️

The old folk wake up early

The youngins wake up late

Radiating in the Trader Joe’s parking lot

A gypsy soul packs her sustenance into her carrier

Clouds cover the sun

But I still feel it’s resilience

Let’s make love in the summertime

Be in each other’s arms

No point in quoting Beyoncé

She will never notice us

Lost boy

Session 32

I need you to know that

You don’t know what love is

Stay up all night

Cryin

The mini rain droplets that rest on my window

Making images of galaxies

Trader Joe’s

Super Rich Kids

Frank’s Ocean is too far away

But I can still taste its minerals

Suffocated by the throng of cars

Anxiety knocks on my door like a worried parent

Empty souls encased in empty vessels

Empty heads ensured in white lies

Wilting petals and clammy hands

A hat and some bifocals

Drugs and kids don’t mix

But when together it just might be the right fix

Contemplations and perplexities

For-profit community service is just a fancy way of saying you hate poor people

The philanthropy industrial complex is the lie we tell our kids before they go to bed

A lie that foretells of an empty future

Shit wrapped in gold

One text

Is all it takes

To say

Ily

3.28.2021 | 8:58 AM

Poetry by CÁMO (aka LA REINA TAÍNA)