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Bonafide Rojas

Bonafide Rojas is a poet, musician, teacher, the author of "Pelo Bueno: A Day in the Life of a Nuyorican Poet" (Dark Souls Press, 2004), The 2002 SLAM THIS! Champion and member of the 2002 NYC/Union Square Slam team and 2003 Wicker Park/Chicago Slam Team, Rojas wants to be more Dada, wants to be more Surreal, wants to be more Nuyorican.

He has worked with Teachers and Writers (NY), ASPIRA of NY (NY), ENLACE (NY), Muevete! (NY), Youth Speaks (CA), The Guild Complex (IL), Young Chicago Authors (IL), and the Louder Arts Collective (NY) and believes in using poetry as a means to uplift, educate and entertain people.

His work can be found in Bum Rush the Page: a Def Poetry Jam (Three Rivers Press, 2002), RoleCall: "A Generational Anthology of Social and Political Black Literature and Art" (Third World Press, 2002), The "Centro Journal" (Hunter College, 2001, Blu Magazine Puerto Rico Issue, Roots and Culture, The Calabash Journaland can be heard on the live spoken word CDís Nuyorican Dreams, Yemaya y Ochun, The Freedom Song and New Skool Poetics.

bonafide77@hotmail.com
nuyoricanpoetry.com




When the City Sleeps

we run wild until our feet bleed
we bomb your streets
we grow up quickly to survive
we ride trains from the Bronx to Coney Island

we walk until the sun wakes up
we hang on the corners
we run from cops
we take control of kingdoms

we leave our fingerprints on granite
we find our purpose in the music
we break tradition on corner stones
we yell for the gloaming

we grow in numbers as the hours pass
we spread like wildfire
we plan your downfall
we defend ourselves

we hide in the shadows to save ourselves
we push back our fate
we search for God in the traffic lights
we wander until we find meaning

we wax poetic drunk on our own innocence
we lock the rhythm of new york in our bones
we look at ourselves in the hudson river
we smoke life on the Brooklyn Bridge

we jump off the Empire State building
we are artists with brick canvas
we change your views on us when one of you ask us why?
we are with your daughters

we steal our childhood back
we are elegant in our ignorance
we are loud, brash and obnoxious just like you
we lay down on Broadway

we rest in 24 hour diners and only order french fries
we leave our names behind so you can try to find us
we wear noise pollution like a pair of headphones
we hold up the heavens with our angel headed hipster slang walk

we write quotes for middle america to take back home
we draw new sunsets on the side of buildings to breathe
we cut it open and drink from her veins
we sit on garbage cans and laugh on steps

we catch the first train in and the last train out
we rest on park benches and count the stars
we rack our livelihood up our backs and sell it to survive
we are our own gods and hope someone will pray for us

we feel more comfortable waiting until dusk calls us again
we wait for her to rise
we watch her buildings stretch into the sky
we take notes of her beauty and tell the people

we hold her heart in our pockets
we dot her eyes and cross her streets
when the city sleeps
we will be watching.

© Bonafide Rojas



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