I exist in the middle
In between Black and White
Between man and woman
I make my way through the callejones 
a place I go to with my drag queen brother
to buy cheap jewelry, fishnets and bras.
My Spanish is shitty,
I feel tall, out of place the judgement
AY VAN LOS POCHOS
In the gallery I can see below
the faces that never make their way up
I have to remind myself that I am an artist too.
I can exist here
And when I go downstairs 
I can exist there too. 

I knew when I met him that it was going to hurt, but I tried anyway. I didn't want to regret him too, but I regretted so many other things instead.