Exposed Features (Pt 3)
Reyna Lopez-Flores, Contributor
Too easy to show colors
I miss him. His dark caramel vanilla skin. He was my kin.
Too easy to show colors
I draped myself in lavender so you wouldn’t smell my sadness from the break of my spilling pipes and covered myself with a blanket of loneliness.
Too easy to show colors
I apologize for everything I’ve saddened
I mean said.
I didn’t mean to not matter to you anymore and become a burden. You criticize my fault lines and get all kinds of high
Cuddle yourself up with the life you took from me, the happiness you yanked from me.
You a holy piece of shit.
May the Lord roll a blunt with every lie you ever spoke, so he could believe them too.
I remember when I rolled one, your lies wired my brain like some television cords,
I could tell what channel you on by the tone of your voice.
About Reyna:
I am a first year and first generation student. I was introduced to poetry around fourth or fifth grade, and fell in love ever since. I write everyday for personal reflection and as an act of self care. Being raised in an unstable home, I was forced to grow up so a lot of poems are about my past love or experience I had within my family.
Exposed Features is actually the title of the book I want to publish eventually. It was inspired by my journey of mental and physical health.
This article was originally published in the October 4, 2019 issue.