cogí un atajo y me perdí.

Mamá! Mamá! me perdí.

Me perdí en las calles de Madrid.

Vagando por Tirso de Molina,

no fue apropósito. Solo

andaba en busca de aires más livianos,

unas cuantas copas en el sistema,

y un buen rato.

O quizás fue aquel verano en Boston,

donde la soledad se hizo

mi abrigo y decidí 

finalmente, quitarme ese amor

que me sacaba de quicio,

pues ya no aguantaba más el vicio

de querer y no ser querida.

Me perdí, no se cuando,

pero lo hice.

Y aunque me lo avisaste desde temprano,

me perdí en los miles de buenos ratos

a los cuales me comprometí

por caprichos de chamaquita.

Mamá, me perdí.

Y aunque siempre me dijiste

que el amor esta aquí,

en la familia, busque en mis afueras,

lo que no tenía que estar buscando. 

Y me perdí.

Mis piernas, que alguna vez 

caminaban por Tirso de Molina,

pedalearon por Boston,

y se abrieron entre tanto mal mozo,

cogí el atajo más corto,

no supe diferenciar cual era mi propósito

y

mamá,

me perdí. 

Twisted Souls

[This is a message for the
Twisted souls that don't embrace love,
where love is given,
and well received.
So they reprimand those who feel
freely, and make their way of life,
illegal. And to spite them,
I write this.]

You want
To control us.
To neglect us.
To make us "do it right"
where there is no wrong doing.
Try and make me feel guilty
for loving unconditionally
someone who understands the
inner workings of my mind
and how sometimes my mood swings
due to hormonal mishaps,
because she has those too.

Twisted soul, why don't you
waste your time on reducing the divorce rate
instead of throwing stones at the sight of me and
my lover's embrace?
Take a step back and realize how  ridiculous you're being.
You preach "doing to those what you wish be done to you"
but I bet you don't want me to take away your rights
and hate on your existance, now do you?

I say
if loving who I love is wrong,
let me fail the course of life.
I don't want to be a righteous woman
if that means I have to abide by your illogical
views on what is "accepted".

Because God may be a righteous man,
but he sure as hell enjoyed it in the ass.
And there's no way you can prove he didn't.

#socollege

Long showers the morning
after. The smell of vomit,
clearly you were a disaster.
Slutty girls, just for this one night,
walk along click click clacking,
just fine. Feet achy and throbby,
you weren't feeling that last night.

The hashtag splatter all over your feed.
No more pictures please.
Keg stands, beer pong, chandelier.
I'm certain I can chug a beer
faster than him.
What started off as funny,
now seems so "freshman year".

Smoking in the bathroom of dorm halls
Hope the RA doesn't knock on.
Everyone's a dealer, I always give a taste.
Bong rips, bubblers, pieces and joints.
Whatever you like, I own. But
if you ask me, nothing beats a blunt.

Find yourself at a party,
long line to go break the seal.
The door is locked.
Knock til they scream and get out here.
She's puking her guts out.
Should we call 911? Is it
alcohol poisoning? or a forgotten dinner?
A look at her face, your orientation roomate.

Nothing to do, nothing to see,
people to fuck, places to be.
Welcome to college "little fresh meat".