Two Poems by Sofia Reyes

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El Jorobado

I hate talking to a beautiful man.
It’s like trying to talk to the statue of David.
Every inch of him is crafted,
to form a pinnacle of humanity.
To look at him, is to look at just that.

Oh, to every god out there
they really are beautiful.
Faces like that of true fabrication.
Structured yet still soft,
human in its wear over time.

Usually though,
they act like sirens of the sea,
from hymns before our time.
It’s their beauty that pulls you in,
and their anger that plunges you out.

Because oh, they are cruel.
Speaking bluntly with no care,

more harsh than the real truth.
Their manner sharp,
inhumane, and uncouth.

If you aren’t one of them now,
you may never be. I’m not sure if we
undisputedly loathe or lust that nowadays.
At least this club isn’t permanent.
Just like a boat that can’t help but sail,

change can’t help but exist.
If the young become old,
their beauty must not mean everything, always.
Even the remains of the sailing boat
eventually get lost on shore.

With a G

You say so much to me.
I used to not know what it all meant.
But I see you’re an entertainer,
One that must always be entertained.

You always ask the questions
I least want to answer.
Because to answer them,
I’d have to show you the truth.

Show you the truth–
to those wondering eyes.
Confrontationally friendly blue eyes.
I wouldn’t even describe them as just;

They’re deep, like the bottom of the ocean.
Where waves don’t crash anymore.

Or like the marbles kids play with
on the side of the road.
But you know, I do like you.
Even when you make the choices I wouldn’t.

You’re weak when you should be weak,
And you’re funny when you don’t have to be anything.
You’re also the epitome of trouble.
I can’t say I’m not scared of you.

I never gave you the second hand secrets
of mine that you preach.
Chug, challenge, chisme!
Enjoyed and taunted every night.

I will be wary of you.
So will we all.

Sofia Reyes is a full-time student and a part-time healthcare worker based in Northern Virginia. Because she has just so much time, she writes poetry as well! Her work has been published before in Words for the World.

Image: Christian Ferrer, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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