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hair in a bun.
light pink lip gloss,
black outline.
lips pressed together
turned their shade grey.
tight red shirt
big hoop earrings
little waist
big ass
tight jeans.
bachata.
cumbia.
merengue.
reggaeton.
belt held so tight the hole stretched
into an oval.
white crucifix tucked in,
name plate stuck out,
like the strand of hair that flew with the wind,
brushing upon her mouth.
she dreamt of being an artist,
but hated going to school,
her mother told her to get home early,
go to church, and find a man to set the rules.
remember
to
use
a
condom.
she dreamt of living the good life,
but didn't know what was good,
so she settled for the low life
drug dealers in the hood.
i told her girl, you better get it straight,
but after I uttered those words it was apparent,
i was too late,
just like her cycle, two months too late.
barely 16 and her hair's falling out,
junior high drop out,
i tried to show her what life's about.
even
though
i'm
barely
18
in
need
of
Botox.
du-rag baggy jeans,
scruffy white tee, grey nike's
with the white line.
cross on his fore arm,
baby in his hands 19 years old,
he shook the life out of her grasp.
weed.
liquor.
crack.
coke.
4 months winter time
pink puffy coat,
pre-teen mother pushing her home.
she doesn't really care,
because she doesn't know the difference,
because where we live
death is the same as living.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
