La Llorona

When I was in Mexico,

                 I was told not to f**k with La Llorona. 

She’d steal children, scare the hell out of you,
And drag you to the river to drown.

She lived in the river down the street,

She lived in every river.

I remember my primos and tíos y tías

Being serious with their warnings. 

They meant it. It was real.

Now that I’m older I realize that she is real,

She’s the thoughts in my mind that don’t let me sleep,

She’s the unexplainable fear that won’t leave.

I don’t want to f**k with La Llorona,

I don’t want to drown in my own river.