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.