Annicita's Poetry, Short Stories & Thoughts

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

I wrote this after Manny Stepanovich died

Manny Imprisoned in a small body Tethered to a chair Forever pursued by disease Debilitating the body But the mind and heart compensate Oh so very forthright Serene and angelic Peace to you Manny Encumbered no more By a ravaging disease Never allowed to be amongst us again Now free to be a child Run... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 31, 2007

Dian Fossey

The Guardian She seeks knowledge To stop the killings Mimes us Scratches her hair Shows submission Studies our culture We are numbered We are Marquesa, Pucker, Digit, Sarah The poachers make a doll in her image Scare the Batwah away They continue to devastate our population Our numbers continue to... Sign in to see full entry.

The Dance of Writing

The Dance of Writing Clear the mind of clutter As people ready a dance floor Listen to the rhythm flowing through your body Fingers caress the keys Gliding over them Creating new steps, new dances With a twist and a twirl And an occasional climatic dip The plots and characters swirl To life Leaving... Sign in to see full entry.

I wrote this as a teenager and my children would probably say the same

Bridging the Gap Can you listen now? For many a time I try to cope; to understand How anything could be more important Than bridging this gap That has built over the years Widening as precious time slips away It's hard to communicate In a one-way conversation With someone who hears but does not... Sign in to see full entry.

Broken Heart

Remember I read the letters and handle the mementos Hoping they will give me a hint or clue What had I said or done I remember... Times nothing could affect us The pledges... Love eternal Sharing and understanding Forgiving and forgetting But... Those were days of innocent romance Of empty dreams... Sign in to see full entry.

Out of Tune

I sit here listening To a piano Out of tune Mellowing me As you once had Barely noticing the sour notes Reminiscing begins The music Our song Playing softly Ever so softly As you once had held me. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Vegetarian and Proud of It!

I'm coming out of the closet! yes, finally I am. There, I write it for everyone to see and read. I was the queen of denial. I feel liberated from hiding that so-called secret that is right there out in the open for anyone and everyone to see. Oh, I know you're thinking that you had no idea. Think... Sign in to see full entry.


Spindle and shuttle Weave the tapestries With vibrant hues that speak of tradition Ochre the color of my forefathers Turquoise reminiscent of the flowing waters Red for all the blood spilled by the false one Maguey why do you hurt me so? Adorned in huilpil and shirt They caste me Rich in culture... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

the affects of racial epithets

Racial Epithets Racial Epithets Vibrate throughout the body Each letter and syllable a scratching nail Etching across the mind Slowly chiseling Whittling away at self-esteem and worth Planting a seed of doubt Nurtured by veiled phrases of ignorance I hear so often The words echo in my mind... Sign in to see full entry.

Deletion of Mexican history from curriculum

A Discourse I open my mind Absorbing the bits and pieces of knowledge Still doubts linger It's not enough The fragments do not provide a complete picture I need more of my history What are people so afraid I might learn? Just as the roots of the tree Are its lifeline Providing nourishment and growth... Sign in to see full entry.

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