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La Chicana Poeta

Jean Wickham

 

Senorita,
Why don't you smile?
Don't you have little babies,
With little hands,
To put sparkles
In your eyes?

Didn't you listen to Mama?
She said you'll never
Find anyone,
Unless you learned to cook.
Do you think, now,
That she's right?
As you sit
With your tv dinner
On a big empty couch.

Papa said,
"You are too difficult."
Do you still feel
Righteous?
And different,
In your silence?

"Why didn't you ever marry?"
They ask.
(You ask yourself that question)
"He was a nice boy."
Not too bright
But loyal.
"He loved you."

Senorita,
Why don't you smile?
Did you think
That you could love yourself
As much as the world could?