Annia Rosa

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Born in Cuba, raised in the United States, I have always felt like I didn't quite belong to either one. But I don't know anything. I don't know myself. I don't know other people. I'm just trying to survive in this world with these people who do things.
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Being Judged
I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung
Kind Man
I once knew a man who knew me quite well
He had curly white hair and a powdery smell
He knew me more than I could ever know him,
And all at once the future seemed ever so grim
Red Velvet Wedding
It was a wedding of white
Spattered with red—
The flowers sang celebrations
As the old bell rang
Only For A While
That I did her
So will I be done
That I brushed away
So brusquely
Blood On My Hands
There's blood on my hands
And it's never enough
There's blood on my hands
And who do I blame?


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