Black and Latino writer born and raised in Bronx, NY.
It's better to set your own standards and risk someone's anger than live according to someone else's standards inorder to garner their praise. Luis Pabon
It don't pay to be loyal. That shit always gets you taken for granted. Be loyal to loyalty and not memories because memories are tools that manipulators use to keep you stuck in one place. It ain't about what they DID, it's about what they're DOING! Don't let people use your heart against you. Don't let loyalty turn you to stone.©luispabon
In 2020, many young lives became old overnight, their whole lives flashed before their very eyes. They were forced into bed before 9, drinking boxed wine, reflecting on past good times, sharing memories and the aches and pains of being half-alive. They learned what it was like to dance in the twilight, to die before your time, to rely on someone else to sustain your life, to lose your sex drive, your pride and your rights. In the same breath, many young people learned to appreciate life. I hope those same young lives use what they learned and empathize who those who are at the end of life. Because the biggest illusion of life is the belief that we have more time. Luis Pabon
Sometimes you have to protect yourself from how someone was raised as their childhood traumas can really injure you. Luis Pabon
I think that's what we as poets were born to do in this world, shed light on the found ironies of life and help the world see the interconnected quality of everything. Yes that is our mission, our purpose, our reason in this world. Luis Pabon Poet, Writer, Social Worker
On New Years DayBy: Luis Pabon
Every heart bursts out Like a firework First seed breaking new ground Opening up tall from spoils of soilRich and hearty with the possibility of green Gated and kept fenced in with labels Fresh roughage and summer greensThen the wreckage of old thrown sofas And garbage on the community garden Hot pissed stained mattress Stewing in its own abandon While the heart grabs the remote To find out what else is on. Every channel, another re-runSomething that has already been seen before.
The greater the distance between your expectations and their performance, the greater the disappointment.Luis Pabon
In the eyes of white racist Amerikkka, the black body is a magical machine that takes adversity and churns out creativity for the sole purpose of consumption and appropriation. We still have not been adequately compensated for all of our contributions to this thing we call "America". We have yet to see our so-called 40 acres and a mule. I think in later years they will call these pandemic relief payments our restitution when truth is these payments are hush money used to buy our silence and quiet our revolt. Don't get so distracted by crumbs you stop building your own table. Luis Pabon
It all starts with our fathers. They either keep us at a familiar distance with their inconsistent attention or are non-existent figures leaving us at early ages. We build them from the scraps of our scant imaginations, always longing for their masculine investment. From this we either question why we were not worth staying for or why we were not worth their affection. Enter the self doubt and questions about our worth as men. As we get older, our curiosity turns into longing. Longing left unaddressed leads to an unabashed hunger. We try to form friendships with men to answer this yearning and we quickly learn they are just as distant as our fathers. Reinjured and scorn, the hurt burns into our core as we seek love in sex with other men and boys. But here in this community of men who fuck men, we are undervalued and seen as worthless because the men whose arms we are searching for love in come from the same broken foundation, one where their fathers instilled in them the same worthlessness. How can they ever see our worth if they can't even see their own? We journey on going from one relationship to another looking for some man to see our worth, little fathers who will give us the love we deserve. But it never works and we go on believing that we are worth nothing at all. It's funny how a man's love is worth so much to us and in its absence, we do not know who we are at all. So we journey on, lost, hurt, angry, bitter, rageful souls, hurting one another to pay back the father that never loved us at all.... Luis Pabon
Do you love yourself ENOUGH to do the hard parts first? To leave a man you love who doesn't love you in return? To leave family and friends who can't respect your feelings and honor your worth? Do you love yourself enough to put yourself first or do you keep giving to others the love you deserve? Luis Pabon