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i sit on the right side of mona lisa
but now i sit next to you
i guess it's true what they say,
college isn't the same as high school.
i'm an intellectual trapped
inside a chickenhead's body.
a ghetto chick in
preppy trendy
clothes.
only wearing timbs,
when i remember to.
i find myself speaking
spanish to myself at home
singing my own bachatas
when i shunned the language
long ago.
now i'm too guilty to
even say no with that
extra accent,
even to my grandmother.
you looked at me
and thought what you wanted
but decided not to talk.
so i continued write my name
in graff in the back of my book
because that always starts a
conversation.
but that didn't work.
i'm in the halls,
i walk real tough,
with a face that reminds you,
if you even try to talk to me,
you must be a fool.
there's the few that
notice i'm shy
and not stuck up.
they get to see that prize
winning smile.
the smile you'd wish to see,
when i have that bitchy face on.
built by Rodin,
i stand stoic.
so much that i'm invisible,
the reverse effect.
my heart revealed to all,
through seperate pieces of glass
i'm seperated,
if this was '99 gulliani might
have had me eradicated
and labeled banned art.
but
i'm a piece of my own art,
confused and alone.
desperation follows.
a pretty picture,
with a meaning that's
unable to be explained.
i know it's hard,
but can you try?
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
