Pecan Pralines, anyone?
New Orleans
it's not just
as it seems.
Poverty, Riches,
classism of type,
learning how
to read and write.
It's music in the making,
a vocabulary of dreams.
Why don't you write
a discourse
on such things,
the thoughts of humankind?
Do you feel left behind,
the season and the time?
For what reason?
Are you waiting to live
or wanting to die?
That is New Orleans.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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