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This one is from a few years ago, but I still love this poem, so I thought I’d share it with you all.

I see his cross

and I remember.

I see my corner

and I remember.

I see the ribbon

and I remember.

The hurtful words are still so clear.

The screams play over and over.

The scene seems to never end,

while the pain hurts just as much.

I’m haunted by these memories

that I wish would go away.

I’m haunted by these memories

that will never ever fade.

I’m haunted by these memories

that with me will always stay.

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About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.

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