Hispanish?

Mis people are misunderstood
Mis people are misunderstood
My jente are malentendido

How can you stand there, I mean, sit there and tell me
That if I look like an alien then I’m not human?

What makes you more of an American?

Except that you already live HERE
Land of the free, but we’re willing to pay taxes too
And work minimum wage not because of stereotypes
But, because, have you ever lived THERE

It’s a place called Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Haiti, Ghana
And now, there’s also, U.SA
See, mi Tia calls it U.SA
It makes me wonder how you sir can judge me
By my brown tone of the roots that bore me
The hair that is too strait to get braids
The hard working qualities that are required to stay alive in a place where most people live off of a $1 a day
The four last first names, all from my ancestors
The freedom of speech, libertad de palabra
Tengo poder en este Mundo

I have power in this world, right?
Since our president is Negro
And we’re always talking about colors but at least they all got along in boxes
Now we’re all in boxes, unless we unite
Become encircled in Enchiladas, Tamales, Pollo Frito, muy rico
But the rich never tasted something so delightful
Unless they count their money

It’s funny; a dollar here is 18 lempiras
And I’m still much wealthier when I’m living for my family
I at least have a home and a community that consists of an aunty here, aunty there, tio aquí, tio allá, nieto por aquí, another cousin from a friend, and then most importantly,
My mother and father who taught me to speak up
Especially when languages no oyen, don’t hear the screams of help

Ayudame, por favor, y yo te ayudo,
Unless you think of my hand out as a slap in the face
To someone who doesn’t have to struggle with being new to these parts of town

©Logix

For my Point of View on racism and injustice check out:
http://heroesspeak.blogspot.com/2010/07/hispanish.html

Death Before I Die

"What the hell is hell like?"
"I would like to experience death before I die so I can understand more of a different kind of life" (Ashlie)

I've been told that death only happens after we're done living
But no one has ever told me that I can live through death
Defy gravity so my soul stays grounded
Solid, so there's no crying, even when everything is gone
But if life is priceless why do we make sense of gray skies and broken hearts
We should be collecting the treasure from golden moments
And aquire smiles that make life so much more livable

Logix

Torious (Page-Version)

He fell in love/ now he’s imprisoned by crutches/ he’s never stepped too far outside his front door/so he protects himself with Brinks just in case someone decides to pick his locks//so every day I offer to ease his knots with oil/ in hopes that day he'll allow me to free him from the ropes that bond him to the past.

©copyright 2010
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Explanations from the author:
Umm...I wrote this inside my journel one day for someone and I actually wasn't gonna share it with anyone. But I decided that I would since the meaning was so deep and I felt that everyone at some point or another feels the same way about someone they really like.

So, okay.
This is clearly a love poem about the character's love (or strong like) towards the other, but can't quite act on it just yet because in the beginning it states that the other character has fallon in love and somehow hurt him self.
Now, how many of us can relate to that?
Anyway, it goes on to say that the other character is now imprisoned by crutches. Meaning, that love has left this person broken and unstable to stand on their own. Then it says: "he’s never stepped too far outside his front door".
Some were a little confused by this but, I like to think of our hearts as homes.
Only as beautiful or ugly as we make them.
But that's besides the point.
This is metaphor for the character limitating himself to the comforts of his own "home" out of fear insted of at least enjoying the beauty on the outside of it.
So, it's kinda a metaphor inside a metaphor.
Anyway, so the next line is: "so he protects himself with Brinks just in case someone decides to pick his locks".
"Brinks" is one of the leading home-protection alarms (if you didn't know), and locks is a metaphor for the characters head (his brain).
So because of that, the speaking character offers the small comfort of easing his "knots" (another metaphor for the other character's problems) with "oil" (the speaking character's own token of appreciation).
"in hopes that day he'll allow me (the speaking character) to free him from the ropes that bond him to the past."
Meaning, the speaking character hopes to one day be at least invited close to the other's "home" so he can "free him" with his "oil" to the "ropes" (those knots) that "bond him" (hold him down) to the past.

And that's my explanation for, "Torious". Which by the way mean, in my own discreet way, Taurus.

Thanks for reading,

Mars

Tape Deck Only (Side B)

These/ pesky memories from the corners of my mind
seem to always find to/ fuck with me/ be stuck to me
like permanent odors in clothes/ I can’t wash them out
so the scent constantly invades her nose and now/ she
knows that I still
T-E-X you/ my ex who/ keeps me gone on nights and
weekends/ hypnotized by her cellular voodoo of ‘I miss
you’s’/ ‘wanna kiss you’s’/ ‘Much rather be with you’s’/
‘Don’t mean to dis you but/ she will never love you as much
as I do’s’/ see we still have unpaid dues that always seem
to find time to/ fuck with me/ be stuck to me like permanent
odors in clothes/ I can’t wash them out so your scent
constantly invades her nose and now/ she knows that
I still
use my metaphors and similes to help me make-believe/
secretly/ what used to be between we/ more than just the
S-E/ X-rated memories/ more like how the chemist taught
lessons in love chemistry/ chemically/ alt-ter-ring-my-mind
so spiritually she will always be with me/ unconsciously
constantly invading her nose until/ she knows that I
still
keep our favorite song on repeat/ keep our favorite song
on repeat/ repeat on song favorite our keep
keep
keep/
repeat/ I still keep it on/ repeat until this tapes’ weak
or we meet and I can finally get rid of those/ pesky
memories from the corners of my mind that seem to always
find time to/ fuck with me/ be stuck to me like this
permanent odor in my clothes/ the one that I’ll never seem
to wash out and constantly invade her nose until/ she’ll
know/ I think she’ll know/ I know she’ll that I still
love you.

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