I step aside today to honor the poet who put pen to paper for me. Mario, I am humbled by your exquisite beauty. Thanks is too small a word for the gratitude I feel.
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Subject: Arizona loves Margaret Cho
the american monologue
a woman stands trapped in a peninsula
and through the sole passage that is solitude
she is taken from the farthest road, worn and weary
past the emotionless dreary that the day has brough
will the stars ignite as one?
once said by accident in a monologue
paradise and infernos merge from east to west
however it is the city and her citizens who negate themselves
from the realization that they are neither owls nor roosters but essentially the breed of a compromise
from the silver skies that impose
to the stars that burn no longer (to shame her, directed in her name)
a woman is never a woman, until fully colored in canvas
and behind the unfair persecution of a woman,
quiver the water waves of intolerance; they never knew she was radiant
this poetry is dedicated to Margaret Cho
by Mario Mendoza