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