Biography of Margarita CortesBorrero
Born in Ponce, Puerto Rico and moved to Massachusetts at an early age of 8. I didn't learn to speak English until I was a teenager and even then it was pretty awful. I was riddled with anxiety due to being in a foreign place where I didn't speak the language and that is when I started writing. What started as emotions and feelings, later turned into poetry. I would go to my journal and write down how much I missed home or how different it was being here in the United States. As I grew older I fell in love, had my heart broken... I even broke some hearts along the way and I found a greater passion for writing down about those events, those feelings. Now I find it to be part of my life. I can't go without jotting down every emotion, betrayal, passionate moment! This is my art I welcome constructive critique and appreciate the time you are taking to read my poems.
Margarita CortesBorrero Poems
If by any chance you remember me: my embrace, my smile, The love we made,
Hoping, just hoping for a moment. Don't you feel it, did you hear it?
Be with me in day Be with me tonight
Why do we pretend neither of us hurts? All this hopelessness,
My Loving Ways
Know it in my smile See it in my eyes
As if life depended on it I'm swaying back and forth Heart pounding out my breast Just no time to rest
The Other Side
In the darkness I searched, only to be greeted by my shadow!
Lying awake in this bed alone, The more I try, the harder it gets. I just can't sleep!
When I Was Young
As I walked home the other day I thought of you I remembered how much I'd lived when next to you I suddenly felt like that naive girl
Too many words surround my thoughts So many things I want to say Too many tears surround my face So sad it has to be this way
I'm Your Little Girl
A small hand looking for safety A small child looking for a hug A little girl looking to her father Just wanting to be loved
Here With You
Simple it may be Honestly for me Being here Is the only place
As I Am
One sunny day in May You driving that sports car That bright red camaro Drove right into my heart
Could it be? That you and I were always meant to be? If it's true,
If by any chance you remember me:
The love we made,
The smell of my skin,
The secrets we shared,
The way we held hands,
Then know this;