Day 30-poems

1.
 I remember when quesadillas were made with real cheese
and my ma would spend hours over the skillet making sure they were ready to please
Appeasing the masses that trapsed through her casa
She wished she could leave but her ___ said nada
So she never got the courage to get up and dip
Now I simply dream of real dairy products/cheese
Because mexican heritage doesn't grow on treees
And kraft is all that live in my fridge
I freeze memories like frozen peas

2.
Don't blame me
        I won't be there when you go
Don't blame me
        I'll still have my job
Don't blame me
       "You'll dropout anyway"
Don't blame me
        I tried as hard
                              as I was expected to
                              as I deemed necessary
                              as I had to, to simply skate by
Don't blame me
        I dreamed of a different world
Don't blame me
         You'll be no more than a horror story
                               a couple years down the road...
Don't blame me
          I drive by and see you
                              a couple blocks down the street
Don't blame me
          I remain spotless but perhaps bruised
Don't blame me
          You failed
           I just let you.