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I Became Mean at Prat Airport

In Poetry on November 24, 2014 at 4:41 pm

Yesterday you said I was mean,

that I don’t care about people,

that I only think about myself and what’s convenient for me…

And it is true…

I became mean at Prat Airport.

I used to work boarding and disembarking

passengers with reduced mobility.

I had to “hook” them in Terminal A,

that’s how the whole thing started…

A horrible polyester uniform,

four summers ago,

hitting 102 degrees,

and getting poorly paid,

I depended on tips

to afford my little luxuries.

Arabs knew how to tip

but old Spanish ladies didn’t,

so I ignored them

and kept on going

pushing an empty wheelchair.

It is the small needs that

twist our moral values.

 

Blanca Haddad, Venezuela

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Serious

In Poetry on November 12, 2014 at 3:35 pm

A sip of brandy at 11 am,

a black tie,

a “No bloody way you’ll come into my life again,”

an envelope including the word “neo-formative,”

a choice you already know it won’t be popular.

Serious,

Some moments are, and don’t give me those “namastes,”

Because I’ll send them wrapped back to the gods,

and don’t give a damn if I go to hell,

or get locked up.

You can’t play with everything.

As you can’t cut down ancient trees,

or pollute the water in the oceans,

or ruin a country to live in luxury somewhere else.

Serious,

that those shoes you are wearing were made

out of someone’s health.

That you make fun of illiterate people

who are condemned to clean your filth.

Serious,

I close my fist and don’t shake your hand

because I don’t like you

and I don’t have to hide it.

 

Blanca Haddad, Venezuela

The Tea Party

In Poetry on September 22, 2013 at 1:27 pm

The tea party

waits for world destruction,

they hope it favours them.

They put on their glasses upside down.

They drink the water where

they boil the egg.

They throw away the fruit

and chew the peel.

They smoke the butts.

They clean their aquariums

with dirty water.

They show their love

through the rules.

They brush their teeth

before they wake up.

“What a bunch of people!”

Says a lady who talks to me

about the Tea party.

 

Blanca Haddad, Venezuela