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Virginia Rappe
The world never got to hear your voice when Hollywood started to speak. all that they wanted is a heaven of perfect women without the baggage that women couldn’t claim. Burned from an image that you cannot shake off. It’s not easy to be a woman of the Twenties. But you did it anyway.
Echo
Your lips still echoed my name.
And yet, you chose every part
Of the circus that wrecked us.
You’ve planned so much
Around me that I’m the one
Who lost herself in auras
And a poet’s sad prose.
I found myself knowing
That you can’t break me
Like you’ve done in the past.
I remember London
Because it echoes your name.
I can’t seem to return
To the city I loved
And wanted so much
From a goodbye.
But I did love you,
Even if I said it like she did.
Thomas
Thomas, Thomas,
You bombed us.
You broke me
And my fragile heart.
Oh, Thomas, sweet Thomas,
You had me once
But I knew so little
About the heart you broke.
Oh, Thomas, my Thomas,
You had mentioned nothing
Of me to the millions
Who loved you and your charms.
Thomas, Thomas,
You broke the trust I had for you.
And then, you asked if I was okay.
I’m not but I’m doing well.
If Loving You Was Easy
If loving you was easy,
Why am I bleeding?
Why is there a cut
Where my heart should be?
If loving you was easy,
Why are there poems
Written about a heart
Like the one you broke?
If loving you was easy,
Why am I still drowning
In those bright blue eyes
Of yours? Oh, Why?
If loving you was easy,
Why am I writing about
The heartache you caused
Since I was eight?
If loving you was easy,
Why do I still cry
For a loss that isn’t mine
But a loss that is yours?
Introduction
Hey there! My name is Laika Constantino. I’ve been writing poems since I was 10 years old. However, my poems when I was 10 are often childish and lacks emotion and realism. I have published two collections of poetry through Amazon’s KDP. I’m also publishing a three part series of Poetry through Draft2Digital and Amazon’s KDP. I’m a teaching assistant living in Portland, Oregon. I have dated an actor and wrote about him in my first book, Passport Stamps (under Maria Baza, an exclusively physical copy on Amazon) and my second book, Hearts On A Page, Volume One (available on Amazon, Book Depository, and as an eBook).
Love Song
There is no love song
That doesn’t remind me
Of the love you gave me.
There is no hope
And romantics
Falling for the world.
Many don’t understand
What I can’t seem
To learn about
Why I’m liked by
Those who wanted
To love someone
Who’s carefree.
There is no love song
To make me forget
About all the good times
We shared and lost.
Gabriela Silang
Stop! For my people,
They can’t take everything
All at once without burden.
You learned through hatred.
You learned so much history
But not the one of my people.
You see, we have courageous
Women and headstrong leaders.
We don’t have Joan of Arc
But we have our own version
Of someone who led an army
Despite what people told her.
She’s a powerful woman
And a woman of her own.
She’s Gabriela Silang.
She is more of a woman
That a white man can handle.
She is courageous. Yet,
People betrayed her trust.
She is a woman, nonetheless.