Malcriada

Yo no  estoy amargada!
teehee, como le diria, Tu sabes como es esto

You know how it is when a term of shame
turns into a term of endearment...

"Malcriada!" -- malcriadita...

Well... that's what happened here, at some point
my Mama decided to transform in order to transcend
So, she took the one thing she hated... that hated her...
And mocked it, twisted it, transformed it...

And began to use malcriada to ascend into
a form of coping providing
a form of being

And here we are today... coping with this silly and horrific word
Here we are...

"Malcriada"

Here we go again...
"Malcriada"

Si, no fueras tan malcriada...
No te viera tenido...

(if you weren't so bad I would not have had you)

Or at least that's what I heard...
I can't help it be bad... be good bad... be bad bad... be good good

Ay! malcriada, that's what I say...

and I hear my own giggles squirming back towards my heart...
But I wonder what she hears?

I wonder who could have called her that word so much
that it is so ingrained?

Was it something she heard on T.V?
What happened? How do I dissect such a brain?
Would it be beneficial?
What if she is just playing with language...

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©