What is art …If it can’t be witnessed?
What is art …
When you can’t write a poem to the skies
and smile to the heaven and look up to God

Why state? Because, they cut off
Your defense line, your arteries?
Now you bleeding …
There, no gauze can close those wounds

They left doing all the talking
They’ve cut off
Your life’s source …
Now, they look at everyone as their final source

Now, you must write with your brain cells
Not with a pen, pencil or a paper
Grab your veins … as your new pen
Unwrap and unstrap hate replacing it with love

Now, you got to defend it
You must enter in … very quietly
They think you more than dumb
Telling everyone …. You born from a tree trunk

That you drunk headed to a psychiatric ward
Where there’s no peace but, worms all around
You become swarmed with bees in your head
Yea, you become swarmed
… with bees in your head
… As your head turns like Linda Blair in the air

You know becoming scared
Being beaten from hate
You don’t hesitate from this debate
You can’t win …

Now you enter to defend a deep art
Found in the deepest of all the hearts
I believe given by 8 years old …
How do I defend this art? I don’t bark
… I just suffered in silence like the Gods
… Am not a dog that gets rabies

Am Minerva, goddess of wisdom that’s all?
The Roman God by name
I never claimed to be smart
But, it was my professors and teachers that did

It was written all over the the prints
A leader proven to succeed
No matter what others may think
I proven my dignity and uniqueness

With endless of metals, awards and certificates
No match …
I was an intelligent being
They grabbing my brain cells

I was not allowed to speak
Regardless of my freedom
They grabbed it for themselves
Proving the opposite, I stole the savvy cells

Who has honored and recognized my superiority
In the many arts and sciences?
Earthly human that didn’t noticed me
You ask me why? It was the skies that did

Let’s start by asking before committing
To answers before I commit suicide!
Why should I criminalized my soul
To give those hurting me, the pleasure!

Hell, no I will not give them … what they want!
I will not satisfied their silly rottenness
Instead, I will learn to bark like a dog
But, not crawl like them as on its belly hiding

Unlike mine physique unique
They all sneaks and trickers
Crawling on their belly with a hateful tail
I tell the truth, you call me rude, liars, a thief

Insane, crazy and what more?
Are you satisfied to leave me dead?
I got news, the Dead Sea is my friend
I can go there and rise line the Dead Sea
You get that!

Please excuse my behavior
If I speak, only the truth …
It only serves me the right
To express my feelings … to my depth of times

An amendment given to me by the Gods
Or by our American constitution?
Am I lying? You may want to call me a liar
I seek the truth and speak it as I put it to use

I always aspired to state the truth as Babe Ruth, if he would had been alive agreed “He the greatest baseball player of all times!”
I rest and detest lies, all the times

I must relax …
I am sitting by the river
Am watching its drifts and sunsets go by
I … know, life had its privileges and rough edges

Mine is my name, an intellect?
This I do know, you stole my rewards
Claiming was yours …
You’ve indicated that “Am a liar, a thief,
… A dumb head that can’t write nor describe

I got news!
You wrong
I, right …
I can’t write and died for it
What more? You can’t grab my Purple Heart
… Given by the Gods
… I’ve earned many, placed in my heart
… Not not purple but, an invisible red-gold

Why not? Why these colors, instead?
Because, when you die
A red, white and blue flag pin to your coffin
Once given to your love ones, a teary eye

God sees it all … even an invisible hurt
He cries and grabs your pain, lessen it
If not, a large coffin needed not for 1 but, for 2
Mothers and fathers of the world be nice …
… Think love, grow love never hate

Don’t try and pretend …
He and/she not a grown up
Too late to pin love and dismiss hate
They ran away from pains … in the Army joined

Every nite they thought of their pain
They grabbed their fist sobbing!
“I take my hands let it be the guide
Never to curse nor kill but, break my bones!”

Get fractured, crack my knuckles
I’ve no proof … but, my heart in pieces
I do, all in my head done for you
Patterns becomes, all over again
… TBI’s: Traumatic Brain Injuries

I can write without a pen … It’s my brain and
Neurons doing all the walking and talking
I have sat quietly as if, I had no tongue
Why?

Because, they were being entertained
By grabbing a knife stating
… “Your tongue not yours but, mine!
… Speak now, be the first without a tongue

I learned … prints are now left from the blows
That only the winds knows…
There all belonged to the oceans floors
Of floods from the ocean closed all the doors

I can now escape …
Never to seek humans that hurts
But, be satisfied to climb trees
Find friends like apes
… almost in likeness of mine

I can describe without a heart
I’ve a numb heart … I can walk without legs
I was never there but, prints
Now, I can see is not me but, images of me

My faith tells me, otherwise
That I am wise …
That I’ve survived
My life was never mine but, His

I endured blows
That was supposed
To look like love
I know better, I always knew was not

I can now, feel without a heart
I loved so much … I almost gave it all
My honey, almost lost me …
Not for a man or woman but, from blows

It was from endless invisible blows
… that took a tool
It did show … My body bruised and confused
I am not Luka, but feeling like one no one knew

More than super glue to pains
Something thought I, insane!
Was I scared? Of course
Why ask? Doesn’t it mattered?

Not even Superman
Who tried to fight
Didn’t come
Could he saved me?

Could he removed those hatters … from me?
Their prerequisites were simple
This club requirement
An initiation fees of only hatred required”

He came from Kryptonite, alright
He, just for me
With intentions
To save me …

His advise “Trust none, go, run, don’t scream just hide … Don’t hold grudge
Don’t you ever look back and go super fast
Run like the marathoner that you are

When you ready … Give hatters a hug”
I must ask:
“Superman man, since when have you
Become a mush …

Where is your pride and decency?
Are you insane or is it me?”
Come close to my ears
Am almost death from blows

OMG! I forgot … Is a version of me!
I am Superman more like Supermin
As my mom would say am “The Lighten Rod”
In Spanish “El Relampago!”

She trained me well
With endless of love
An angel of God … she was
She never, ever hurted anyone but, prayed

I say: “Seek love, never hate
Is never a debate …
Take love, erase hate take white out, an eraser
Grab love, is always better dressed than hate

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet