in that place
quietly she lives
nobody knows clearly
when or how
her smile stolen
yet she remains
silent like mice
under the rain
eyes deep brown
only dark matter
they have seen
why i wonder
wonder
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
An enigma — beautifully written.
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thank you friend just a few words honoring the women fleeing central American wars in the 80’s xo
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I feel your empathy in this piece, Marisela. Lovely.
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thank you Susi xoxo
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You’re welcome!
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