Problem Solver

Surrounded by faces
The faces lead a trace
A trace of boiling blood
Burns of a hot flood
They came out for once
Only when they are upset
They want my head
Or just to make them happy again
They want a perfect world
Everything must work
Not just work
Infinite happiness
Evil humans
Or delusional
Only truly alive when they believe their world is dead
And the sad part is
The man writing this poem or rant is smiling and with a devilish grin
Is saying
“I’ll try to fix all your problems for money.”
Humans want more and more and their opportunity cost is money.
I’ve bought my beautiful high end plates for my elegant meals
Pour all your problems onto my plate
After all me being delusional like you I also have a problem too
I need every plate to be filled with delusional rants on who what when where and why I’m complaining about my life.
Let the game begin as my eyes turn into %%


A good man

The bus was small, but many white people filled the bus. I ran along the bus with my fellow villagers. We were all kids expecting something exciting. White people visiting our village was not usual. The bus stopped in our little field with our mud-dirt houses on all sides. We surrounded the bus and were waiting for the doors to open. When the doors opened, I wove my way to the front as the white people came out. I grabbed hold of a white guy with blue letters on his back spelling, “Thompson”. I held onto his hand as I led him out of the crowd. All I wanted to do was play with him, but it was complicated. My Dominican Republic village spoke Spanish, and he spoke only English. For some reason, I still blabbered in Spanish and waved my arms. I found a ball and tossed it to him and he threw it back. I was having the time of my life and the white man’s face had a big smile on it. I shouted out to my friends to join and we played keep-away. We played with him and the other white people. I thought they would leave soon, but they didn’t. They stayed the whole afternoon, which made my day and all the other villagers’ too. At the end of the day when the sun started going behind the trees I walked into my house and saw my mom in tears. I asked why are you crying. She replied, they gave us a week’s worth of food, baby; we can save this week’s money for once.

A big act

I can’t accept the price

My mom can’t either 

I start to walk away 

But my mom turns around 

I lost her, but go hangout by the checkout 

She taps me on the shoulder 

She is holding the expensive jacket 

She buys me the jacket

And I am left speechless

In the end loved ones 

Will come through in every way imaginable