born in ELA barrios
I live in a world of dualities in my tight skirt and sweater I can cha cha 'n hully gully down but I don't know who I am I peroxide my black hair red rat it high, rat it high pierce my ears with catholic cross orale pues-sansei Buddha- head become a wannabe chola homeroom teacher sends me to the back of the room my hair is too high to see over she calls me a disgrace oye, better to nap in the back back eyeliner, jade green shadow I look older now don't I times going to slow I want to get out of here I am Maria of Westside Story in my purple skirt I twirl with amateur grace round and round and then again ... suddenly a balance that's it for me dance sets me free forget those guys, those blackened eyes catch me in the rye while legs grow strong my spine becomes a willow time moves in rhythm and everything makes sense the world becomes a dance keep on is all I say you call me a show-off now I don't care - 'cause I feel good and don't you wish you had my legs orales pues, right on, right on
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I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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5 thoughts on “Orale Pues~~Tanka”
I’m still dancing. I’ll be 74 this year. Northern Elm I am enjoying your poems. Beautiful imagery.
this is a poem of winged dance of life. Love it!
Love your website, Genie! Heartfelt and authentic. Very sweet, Poet.
Thank you Cheryl. I’m about ready to make another book. I’ve got so much stuff and need to put it into chap books. I’ve reorganized my web yesterday. Check it out and tell me how you like it or not?
Lovely tanka poem, Genie! Your lovely poem has the ring of authenticity. ❤ High school can be a trip, but luckily you found your salvation in dance!