Carrillo
I’ve contorted my name
Into basic syllables
Cut off my rolling r
Like demolition to mountain tops
To suit your tongue
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C-a-rrrrr-i-ll-o.
I’ve contorted my name
Into basic syllables
Cut off my rolling r
Like demolition to mountain tops
To suit your tongue
Mono syllabic in your pleasure
Always shy of sound
Grunt
But I refuse to cut off
My roots of many limbed tree
I carry coffin dirt
In this womb
Rocked to sleep by boats
Crashes onto dry land
In foreign chains
I will not
Take your name