Book Description

From the leaves of a taco tree, I give you crumbs of poetry… LuLu’s Anthology is a free verse phenomenon. Simple rhymes about complicated times; complex rhymes that scheme for a way out and words that scream from the depths of my soul. Tales from an outcast’s downtrodden woes; defiant declarations of not wanting to fit in and a search for self-liberation. Narrations of hard working people and evidence of how hard life is being broke. One night stands that lead to wedding rings, little flings with human beings that should have angel wings, and all of the little things that make life so beautiful. Lonely cries of lonesomeness that finally get to be heard and documentations of parties filled with debauchery. Oh, the hypocrisy! These poems are just as human as you and I. Now, imagine if Drake and Taylor Swift had a baby and that child started listening to 2pac and reading Emily Dickinson’s poems; LuLu’s Anthology is that child! These poems are sad lyrics with dope rhymes. Lyrics without music, for you already have the melody and rhythm inside of you. Songs for the head that aren’t meant to be sang out loud, for the world is already loud enough. May these lines bring tranquility to your spirit, and I hope that when you read these lines you see my own spirit and hear it too; my spirit sings of life! Also, and I’m sorry, but if you have a pompous British accent, please try and read this in your best American accent, for this is American poetry; A diary from a first generation immigrant—hear me roar! I’m just a kid from the Southwest trying to do my best. This is my sunset and I have nothing to hide. Pieces of my heart are scattered all throughout these pages, for I’m a lover. Heartbreaks are just part of the occupation and this is first hand documentation. I kiss a lot and say the f word occasionally, but I have not written disdainfully; these are my truths. I’m not sophisticated and these lines are alike, for I don’t write for the pretentious—no, this is for everyday people trying to make it. These poems aren’t for the critics, they are for you.