Life be Like that Sometimes

By Amanda Patricia

Welcome to a collection of experiences and feelings that I’ve gone through so far in life, written in the form of poetry. If you can relate to anything I’ve written and that made you feel less alone, then everything was worth it. We’re in this together because life is like that sometimes and it’s better when we’re not alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662469916

Book preview

What Am I?

If black skin is African

And white skin is Caucasian

And brown skin is Indian

Then what happens when I’m the damn rainbow?

What do I become if I can’t check just one box?

Why does it feel like I have to choose?

Hawaiian, Dominican

So much more

I have the mouth of my great-grandmother

Who raised my father

Who was never afraid to speak her mind

I have the healing touch of my papa

Who was a healer on the island of Hawaii

Who I never had the chance to meet

I have the determination of my grandmother

Who was the first woman to be the chief of her department in La República Dominicana

I speak the language of my ancestors

La lengua de amor

They live on inside me

Ellos viven dentro de mi

These parts that make me more than just the shade of melanin

My flesh shows

What am I?

I am a daughter

Whose parents taught me to always share my story

To always be kind

I am a friend

I am a voice for other girls

Who felt like an outsider looking in

What do I identify as?

I identify as a Hawaiian, Dominican, Scottish, Irish, Spanish, American

Who has a lot more than melanin and ethnicities to contribute

What am I?

I. Am. More.

Tease

Sometimes when you sneak up beside me

When your face is inches from mine

I wish you would commit to

Pressing your lips against mine

That you would commit to me

I wish you would see that

When I look at you, I want you to claim me

But you never do

And you always leave me wanting more

Thinking of You

I always think of you

Early in the morning

Wondering

If I’ll catch a glimpse of you sometime that day

I think of you late at night

While I am lying in bed

Wondering if you ever think of me

Then I dream of a future that never happens

But it keeps me hopeful to what could come

Don’t Get It Twisted

You think that I need you?

Honey, I may want you

In all of the ways my mind can conjure up

The pressure of your lips on mine

I want held hands

I want our bodies pressed together, holding our broken pieces

I want a lifetime of fights and makeups

I want you

But do not get it twisted

I do not need you

There are a million possible people that I could find

Who could give me the same things you could

I want it to be you

But I am prepared for it not to