Julia by Sam
By Samaris Ayala


Julia
If they didn't help Julia
How can I imagine
For my art to be special
Just like to teach
If they refused to help
My imagination
Is viewed as special
My work is a catharsis
Of many emotions
And at times I'm misunderstood
That's all I do
If they refused to help
What can you expect from me
Her words were
precious
In her time she had
demons
Yet she yearned like
me to be appreciated
She was the voice
of many
Yet she died inebriated

NYC-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. She may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
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