Xiomarra Milann

time travel: 

Sometimes I take the wrong turn

A veces visitó lugares de mi pasado

And end up driving down the street

Cuando he olvidado cómo reconocerme

That takes me right passed my middle school,

Para que pueda encontrar pedazos de mí en el camino

The sidewalks my friends and I used to cruise on, 

llenando todas mis nuevas brechas

the neighborhood that raised us 

en nuestro barrio, no me borro

I find it strange 

Porque todavía está lleno de mí, de nosotros, de amor

How I now know nothing of these people

Y agradezco a todas las personas que me construyeron

Where they are

Que se dieron a sí mismos para llenar lo que me faltaba

Who they’ve become

Todavía recuerdo

But I can still remember the routes

Siempre lo haré

That took each one of them home

hocicona:

Big mouth/ fat swollen lip/ deserves a crown/ blood, sacrifice, and tears/ she is a queen

3 years wanting lip fillers/ But/ mijita, your lips are so beautiful

mijita/mijita/mijita/
¿cuando sere mujer?

beautiful/ has never been enough for me

/will never be

in my dreams/ my lips/ big/

big enough to devour/

to kiss everyone i love/ 

I want to take up space/

/need

what am i?/ all mouth/ no substance

“talks too much”/ my report cards

“laughs too loud”/ my presence at bars

“Calladita te ves mas bonita”
“Ya, Xiomarra. Callense por favooooor”
niña pequeña/con tanto ruido

noise/ noise/ noise

my mouth/

coming from my mouth

my mouth/ purpose/ perpetual receiving end/

dress it/ prep it/

it waits to be something/ more

/mean

“The tongue is the only tool 
that grows sharper with
each use.”

my mouth/ a weapon

picking mass destruction/ between my teeth

wordy/ mouth-running/ quick-witted/ survival

my demise is quiet/ 

what am i/ if not/ a big/ fucking/ mouth

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