5/17/07

this represents how i feel latin men look at me and my interaction with them from their point of view. the more i spurn them, the more they want me and the harder they try. is the poem racist and stereotypical? yes. do i feel entitled to feel this way after spending five months being hissed at, started at or catcalled on nearly every street corner in costa rica? you betcha.

i first glimpse you
indifferently swaying the curves of your hips
your hair, golden as my fake gold necklace,
callously flowing down your back

your face contorts
into a seductive scowl
when you catch me looking at you

i smile at you
and you frown seductively back

i fall in love
as you avert
your emerald eyes

a cry escapes my lips
my love won’t be held inside

as you blasély turn your back to me
and sexily strut off in the opposite direction
i know i’ve found what i need

i cooly tell you how beautiful you are
and you cooly tell me to fuck off