I didn’t back out
Nor did I trip over my laces or
create this big knot in my hair.
I threw till my shoulder hurt and left pain in every lift.

The thought of me letting go; out of the question.
I didn’t do what the foolish did. I didn’t have time for that.

I held the door for you, even when
you slammed it in my face, and yet
I still handed you my kindness.
I wrote a story for you and you never bothered to read it.
It took me years to do that you know.
I practiced and trained so hard just so you could tell me how
proud of were of me.
The thought of me letting go; out of the question.

When you accused me of being someone else, I still
learned to respect who you are.
Even though you did the opposite for me.
You ask, why?
Because I didn’t do what the foolish did.
I hope you greatly appreciate that.


Through Your Eyes
By Alma Castaneda

She sits and they pass by,
That sparkling sound.
But sometimes her not
Knowing what to think.
In your eyes you see this girl so happy
as if every hug gave her the world.


There isn’t bliss for her night and day.
She was late.
She felt anger in his voice, dad.
That girl tries her best even if it hurts.
That oddball seems to never be seen.
Her head drops through her body.
You care for her and watch over her.
You ask her questions but the wrong ones.

She keeps going on with what she’s doing because in
Your eyes you see this girl so happy as if every hug gave her the world.
Time and time you’re just done or there’s no longer purpose to anything.
I see the struggle but to that’s the happiness.
You got it all wrong.

She sits they pass by.
She sits they pass by, there she is in her own little world…
Where she only has permission to arrive.
The miles and miles that detain parts of her sentences, she only knows what they mean.