isn't there

I grew up

Mexican and having to prove it.

I took my mother’s maiden name,

And had to explain why

To kids with fathers.

And I never lost my mother,

She just isn’t there anymore.



Because I learned to walk on water

Like Jesus:

Propped up on what is spineless.

I know suicide means something

Because we only break

When we have become

Strong enough.

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