Burn

I burned the book; Lost the knowledge 

The knowledge that I was expected to remember from my 12 years of school. 

Finding the tangent, history that has only been repeated and different phases of a solar eclipse. 

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I burned the book; Lost the knowledge

Lost the knowledge and the expectation my mother holds for me 

Because delinquency doesn’t equal failure but struggle 

But struggle is non-existent unless it’s coming to America as an immigrant 

and maybe that’s why I refrain from telling my mother anything. 

Because depression only exists when a family member passes away

But even then a Hispanic women is not supposed to show emotions

Because we are supposed to cook and clean 

Cook and clean 

And be a servant to a man who doesn’t love us 

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I lit the book on fire along with my hands and arms 

Because school never taught us how to light a flame 

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I can feel my skin turn into wax melt and the scent of fresh meat sliver into my nostrils

Soon enough I can feel the whole sun consume me 

The warmth of a star is comforting but burns 

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The book of knowledge turns into nothing but ash and dust but so do I