The Show Has Got To Stop!

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

The Lady has fallen
When it comes to bullets
The target has never been white
They are ghosts
Coming and going
wherever they like
As if they are exempt
Of life
Not even national security
Dares to defy.

The torch has fallen
No more fire
It’s extinguished
By the very first man in power.

A ripped book
No laws seem to exist
Spilled democracy
Stained honor
No security
Scarlet letters
are sent through images
Let the whole world
A buffoon is in office
An easy target is our nation.
What a big act
Has been shown.

It makes you wonder
What is brewing
behind curtains?
What is the next act?
What is he hiding?
This show has got to stop!

*originally posted in the gnashing teeth publishing.

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The Show Has Got To Stop By SuperNova

Shut Eyes

By Rosalva Ruiz (SuperNova)

I guess I knew
But I shut my eyes
I’ve imagined every excuse
You could think of
But never the color
Never the heritage
Never the roots of it all.

Thinking back
There was a time
When I lived at a small town
I was but seven
And fascinated with magic
Funny enough
A family of five
Came into town.

They were witches
The grownups said
They might put a spell on ya
They said and with that
Voiced barriers were made.

But I wanted to learn magic
Due to circumstances
I wanted to cast a spell
And protect myself.
I wanted to be invisible
To the masked people.
So either I died trying
Or never be able to.

And yes
A magic spell was cast
“Friendship”
The most beautiful there was.
I learned so many things
But never magic.
Sometimes
I was invisible to some people
Since they thought
I was stained
Which didn’t really matter
Since I was having other
Much more troubling affairs
At that time.

I once asked them
Why is everyone saying
You all are witches and yet
You all don’t know any magic?
Antonio’s mom answered
With a pained smile
“Well, it just came to be that way.”
I couldn’t understand why
She answered that way.

In fact I couldn’t understand
How his dad was always
Looking for a job
He often was fired
After a week or two of getting hired.

He was a loving father
He never drank
I never saw him raise his voice
He could do just about anything.
In my eyes, he was such a good guy
I just couldn’t understand it.

After a year
They left town
I never saw them again.

I didn’t get it back then
They were having a hard time coping
Getting acknowledged despite their looks
They barely had money for food
Yet they always invited me
To whatever they had in the table.

Why was I so naive back then?
Why didn’t I see the injustice?
Why did I shut my eyes?