Dyslexia Unbound!

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Peace Fights just as Hard as Hate: Maximum Heat NT’s! Disabled? WTF!

EMPTY NT’s

I salute you. You are as Perfect as You
Can Be…Not like a Poem once Grown Up
That can never be Straightened, Editors
There’s no Correction to your Hate Rage

For the Pole of your Normalism seems
more a Pole for Extremism than Dance
And without that Glamour and Radiance
(anAtomically Speaking This is True)

I must Live and Living Endure NT's!
No Worse Distortion than your PreJudice
And Bias that you don't trouble to shade.
This is why my Blissful Freedom I Won

Blissful Freedom with no Sickos or Perves!
In my BaUhaus my Bohemia...Edie!
De todas Maneras Vino de Roja Tinta,
El Color de las COmunistas que se Yo!

No soy MarXista,,,hay OdioS que Ellos
Me Dejan Sufrir por ser su Iconografia.
Ya Estufas Liberales Falsos Machistas
y sin Suficiente para una Yegua Ya Basta!

Y por la ultima Vez, que se Callen
para Dormir bien un Futuro con
Conciencia Limpia. Porque yo Cobro!
Y en pagar esa Deuda, te Salvas.


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Latina Poetry as Humanitarian Feminism: Women's Rights

REVERSE SUPPRESSION OF MY RIGHTS: Mother Father


Dejeenlo que se olvide de me querer para dejarme
Que me muera con mi pena y mi orgullo
Ser Mujer que escucha a Alicia, a Lila, a Lorna.
Latinas, what are we if not a Revolving Muse
who’ve inspired a War to Change the World
according to Humanitarian Feminism?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I’m Comfortable with my
Charms, my Intersectional Analysis, a Ring
or Not on my Finger, a passion for Books,
Books, Books….I love to Read and to Think
and to be Free. If I were Dulcinea to a Fool
like my Don Quixote I was too the Teller
of not One Thousand but Endless Infinitesimally
Intricate Verses….A Machine of Words? Small
Stature of Momentous Forces, a Filigree
as of Lace, built in Black Oil forged and with
Feathers…A Changling am I that Observes
My Mistaken Birth, Dr. Asperger, you Know
My Name: I’m Autism Unveiled. Rhythms
of Life are set to my Specifications: Flower
Powder I inhaled, a GoldenSeal Tea, Sí Mami
me lo tome como Usted me Dijo que lo hiciera.
Ahora espero con Ansias que regresaramos
A Platicar de tu Vida, Mamá y de Mis ancestros.


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