mexican death

mexican death

A Poem by Tenten

 


We’re Mexican

We get back to our vices

When it goes wrong

….death comes knocking

A stronger drink

Hit the bowl harder

Was that my second or third pack?

We don’t cry

We’re suppose to be strong

Oh God, Please Mother

Don’t let her die…

I want her to be happy

Oh Please Mother

I want her to smile

 

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 2:??PM Tue 04/15/08 NM Tired, confused, Great Grandma�s had a heart attack and stroke, Scared (Written, New Word)

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Tenten
Tenten

Alamosa, CO



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