Being born.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Before me, standing up, I see my father powdering my neck, He doesn\u2019t know my world, doesn\u2019t get what I do for work, \u201cNever cover your face. You are not a criminal,\u201d he said when I went out to protest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBe polite, behave, respect your elders. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Don\u2019t let them tell you what to do, if Be careful of the hearts you could be Promise me you\u2019ll never give up, even if I tell Of course he never told me none of those things, but I can Growing old, I powder my own neck Mangal.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The waves crash against the trees. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Their bodies don\u2019t move Mangroves are old, wise and strong. <\/p>\n\n\n\n They know secrets told by the wind I was not invited to the witches\u2019 walk but I\u2019ve heard their song echoed on the breeze From the sky descends the lightning, <\/p>\n\n\n\n and from my room I hear the thunder This town was not born in a steel womb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n A swamp was cut Now little is left, and they are too shy to tell, and the plague is selling beachfront properties<\/em> and luxury real estate. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Being born. Before me, standing up, I see my father powdering my neck,helping me fit my school shirt. Him and I don\u2019t look the same\u2014just the eyebrows,cut short, the temperament, and the way we love. He doesn\u2019t know my world, doesn\u2019t get what I do for work, but he knows that wherever I go, I\u2019ll […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poema"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=164"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":165,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/164\/revisions\/165"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/verbena.fun\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
helping me fit my school shirt. Him and I don\u2019t look the same\u2014just the eyebrows,
cut short, the temperament, and the way we love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but he knows that wherever I go, I\u2019ll do good, cause I\u2019m
his son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you don\u2019t want me to tell you what to do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
breaking. Be a man of your word. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
you to come home. I\u2019m just missing you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
read his eyes\u2014or at least that\u2019s what I want to believe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and help my lover get dressed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
an inch, but mine gets carried away at the shore
of the beach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and understand the croaking of frogs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
by the shallow waters, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the morning after.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like gunshots, like martyrs crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and cement was poured. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but I know my house is a graveyard;<\/p>\n\n\n\n