12-03-2016, 09:30 AM
"My only suggestion has to do with dropping the words 'latino' and 'hispanic'. "
Are you kidding, this is a joke right?
"the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment."
What racist environment? A laundromat?
Some folks see race everywhere. I am just a black American poet.
the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment.RNDLSM' pid='221408' dateline='1480723341']
My only suggestion has to do with dropping the words 'latino' and 'hispanic'. the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment. like you don't really know what to say about them, but it's negative regardless. or make it extra ignorant to really satire xenophobia.
Are you kidding, this is a joke right?
"the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment."
What racist environment? A laundromat?
Some folks see race everywhere. I am just a black American poet.
the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment.RNDLSM' pid='221408' dateline='1480723341']
My only suggestion has to do with dropping the words 'latino' and 'hispanic'. the piece as a whole makes the narrator sound insecure in a racist environment. like you don't really know what to say about them, but it's negative regardless. or make it extra ignorant to really satire xenophobia.
(11-30-2016, 04:49 AM)Sparkydashforth Wrote: EDIT 1.[/quote]
Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
There's a choreographed squall
amid the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
My mind is jostled
by Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages,
sweat and lay down
under a fierce fluorescence.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks blur perception.
The porous sound of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto an internet page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
at well tabbed baby shots.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
When they get up,
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.