Two Poems

Two Poems


i hope writing in english

this poem about how we allow

those wretched yt people

to take everything from us;

our culture,

our religion,

and most especially, our language

woven with magic and gifted specially to us

does not undermine my point

about those wretched yt people

and my language.


last week in class,

i ranted and screamed

cursing males with violence in their blood

and tainting the week females who would stay in pain.

yesterday at home,

my lover and i got into an argument

we raised our voices

and he raised his hands

i found myself shrinking

begging, crying

because all i saw was my father

who claimed his beatings were an act of love.