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by Felicia Aguilar

You can think I'm
a random bitch
as you try to wave me
from your view,
be dismissive as you attempt
to make me feel small.
You can try and take it
but I've earned this name
and I won't ever feel ashamed.
Don't you know?
I've laid my heart on concrete,
and waited for the other foot to fall.
I've been spewed out and crushed,
and still came out okay.
I've been called a waste of skin,
ridiculed for the
line work of my lips,
the curled 'S' of my Latina hips.
And I never once flinched.
I am more than just
a trend in this wide web,
more than just
a moment's imperfection.
I am a daughter of the moon,
a laughing poet,
living an ancient fate.
I shout secret brujería curses
that merge into stories
onto pages.
I am a huntress of words,
a cautionary tale,
love song.


Author's Note: I was named after my grandmother and am damn proud of it.

Posted on 08/21/2014
Copyright © 2024 Felicia Aguilar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 08/21/14 at 10:27 PM

And you should be. This is fantastic!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/20/14 at 12:52 PM

your Grandmother would be damned proud of this ode as well. Love the line, I never once flinched and am more than just a moment's imperfection.

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/04/15 at 09:18 PM

This is truly great. I love the last few lines especially.

Posted by Richard Vince on 12/19/20 at 12:40 AM

yes. fabulous stuff. :)

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