Maya Torres
25 poems
10/14/2023 00:00h
My grandmother stood in line for hours
to vote for the first time at age 52
the year was 1965
i vote for her
i vote loud
i vote like it costs me something
because it did
08/22/2023 00:00h
We built this country too
the unrecorded labor
the unpaid hands
the erased names
we built it
and we're still being asked
to prove we belong here
06/12/2023 00:00h
They want me calm
they want me reasonable
they want me digestible
my anger is not for their comfort
my anger is a tool
i've learned to use it
step back if you're not ready
04/06/2023 00:00h
The kind of invisible
where everyone can see you
but no one is looking
the kind of invisible
that makes you loud
just to prove you exist
01/25/2023 00:00h
not again
the headline again
the name again
the video i will not watch again
but will know about
will carry
like all the other names
i was not supposed to have to carry
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