joy is taken away
from the regular 9 to 5 worker every time the sunday sun starts coming down. kindness can take us many places,
but it can also be abused. when they see me talking english
throughout the whole class you can see them getting jittery cause i’m so used to providing a bilingual class. when they see me talking english they know their behavior wasn’t the best so they suddenly conduct themselves accordingly so things class can be as normal as it should be. what little jollyness i had
was killed at 3:05pm with a work meeting. can’t say i’m not jealous of you.
you’re working on your passion full-time while i do it part-time & still struggle with my 9 to 5. can’t say i’m not jealous of you. you can live off your passion. you got connections. you got the praise. can’t say i’m not jealous of you. regardless, i continue to work on my own projects & hope to one day reach your status, at least enough so i can work on my own projects without having to rely on a regular 9 to 5. we often reflect
on the loss of innocence of the youth, but what about entire communities, entire countries who lose it due to the interests of men wishing to expand their empires? loss of innocence & invasion all in one. this poem,
the one you’re reading right now is completely inexpensive. heck! it’s a free poem just like much of the entertainment we consume daily. we all have a level of importance,
but at the same time we don’t. humbleness & ego often clash whenever we come across this dilemma where importance is discussed. in reality, some topics will be important than others, but sometimes those others contribute to the “most important” one. it’s an interesting yet difficult predicament we frequently encounter, but that one that needs solving like a puzzle. to them
some things might seem impossible, but that’s just cause they’ve never been outside these streets. they can’t imagine bigger places out there even though they see them across the web, but that’s the thing. they just see them on the screen & they seem fantastic, too out there. a few trips outside of their town might help ‘em expand their vision so they can imagine bigger, more imaginative lands. it was tough seeing you
living through such a terrible illness. i try not to focus on that last image of you. it brings too much pain. i’d prefer to remember those days full of smiles & music where you danced & laughed with family by your side. they try to escape
all the hurt they experience by making jokes about themselves. hunger reigns
upon a community that’s struggling to continue on their everyday life. horrible circumstances follows these children
as they try their best to get out of these crime & drug-ridden streets, but sadly not all of them are lucky enough to find the light at the end of the tunnel. homeless,
bunch of people homeless without a place to feel safe, not even the streets want them, not even the people want them as they continue to be rejected daily by everyone around them as judgment & prejudice falls upon them. they say home is where you feel love,
but some don’t have that as all their forms of love have been lost to life’s circumstances. words fall from the astros
& filter through my fingers as they type away stories that i thought i’d never write. atrocities continue to happen
& we struggle to find ways to fix ‘em all. they thought they were hilarious
until they saw the real world’s reactions to their inside jokes. ego can get in the way
of asking for help, which impedes progress. i try to look after my health
a little bit better, but it can be difficult in times where healthy food gets pricier & time for exercise & working out gets shorter & shorter. in the search for happiness
we spend endless hours under depression. grumpy middle aged dude
has little to no patience & wishes to cut the line, but he fails to acknowledge the anger that’s about to fall upon him. handsome devils
frequently lurk around the streets hunting for innocent prey that’ll make next day’s headlines. grotesque living?
look at the lives of thousands after the disaster of hurricane maría & how the government failed to help its people. |
AuthorFernando E. E. Correa González is the author behind over 30 self-published poetry books. He has been published by literary magazines & journals [Id]entidad, El Vicio del Tintero, Sábanas Magazine, Smaeralit, The Occulum, Tonguas and Hound Magazine. Other than writing, Correa is also the host of FENCast, a podcast dedicated to documenting the Puerto Rican independent art scene. Aside from this, he experiments with filmmaking, photography, drawing, painting, multimedia and transmedia. He currently lives in his native Puerto Rico. Archives
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