After
Two years
Three months
21 days
His father died
On this day
My spirit cried
We prayed
For forgiveness
To no avail
I am
I am
I am
I can't write
Walked to the water
Sitting on wooden benches
Cars go by on the West Side
Scooters scratch the pavement
Merengue blares from the speakers
White people roller blading
The smell of purple haze
Mixed with charcoal
I don't feel the same
I heard the birds chirping
But I didn't smile
I am afraid
I was so sure
But it's my fault
I broke my own rule
I'm not perfect but I know better
Stop worrying
Self pity don't change or solve a thing
Everything happens for a reason
And everything will be ok
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