Poem Project I did for Junot Diaz's book- The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
Brief, most definitely
Wondrous, not really
A culture so rich with enigma's,
It can only be referenced as beautiful
Listen to this story
I beg you, do not turn away
This story will call you to cry
Lure you to laugh
And mold you to mourn
But this story, this is one that will be heard
No matter how soft, no matter how common
It may not effect your credit score, his mother may be a whore
But you know he is human, and so are you
Listen to him, listen, listen to you
Don't you wish they did, he's only a kid
Spanish lullaby's always seem out of tune
Screams directed at the sky, searching for a new moon
lost among the shiny new stars
scream this tune
His story blighted with others
If he were to read this poem
The words would seem foreign
Because this boy, this poem
Are only a glimpse, only an info-mercial
that we are too quick to turn our heads in another direction
towards our songs, written in mla format and riddled with SAT vocabulary
Songs that we don't really sing
Chords that we mimic
Melodies, well there gimicks
As long as we turn our heads, shift our morals
we can survive
we can have a life
his neck was stiff,his story a t.v special
Abuelo did the best he could,
Trujillo did better
Mami's stuck in this brief, wondrous, dark back alley of life
Sister fights the world with needles
Mind as well be a butter knife
Papi Lindo formally known as Oscar
Runs with the world, it just spins faster
Gets the girl, Meets abuelo
Brief, of Course
Wondrous, we wish we didn't know
Because this little light of mine, can not
will not, shine
I read, I read again, I read till my eye's bleed
But when the pages turned tattered, reality came faster
I see you everyday Oscar
But my lullaby won't work, you're already asleep
You won't turn away from the commercial
its shattered, everything is clamored
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