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