The Puerto Rican Girl “Poem”

The Puerto Rican Girl stormed into a store

I witnessed a hurricane in front of my eyes

She was young with her pick lipstick, eyes brows as sharp as a knife

She was black or white i couldn’t tell

I was color blind by her hairs resting backwards

Her angst, her words, her worries meant nothing

She told me she had a condor of her own

She told she is pursuing to be a nurse

Nothing matters I said and she asked

Why didn’t you call me?

People started laughing

I told them she is here for a murder

I told her I am a homeless man

A poor student and then she asked again?

What are you studying IT, medical?

I answered not and then she inquired again

Why would not call a girl after getting her number?

I said, I don’t know

The Puerto Rican girl then left

But her storm destroyed everything inside the store

Silence seems intolerable

Who was she?

I asked at the dawn of her disappearance

A gold digger or just a Puerto Rican by nature

Who cares a poets heart need no Puerto Rican