I still remember the gentle caresses of your fist, the soft wet gnashing of my cheek
against my crooked and made crooked teeth.
Your straight forward nature
and the sick smell of fear
that I could never shake off.
A force of nature, anger incarnate,
son of Montezuma, even Cortez
would beg for deliverance.
I could never run fast enough,
I could never run far enough,
I could never fight hard enough.
Yet I am here. Yet I am better.
Every day is my revenge,
Every night I sleep in peace.
In my memories you are a monster
but in truth, you are nothing,
rotting in the barrio where I left you.