My Name is not Luka, I am Minerva Call me Minnie

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There’s a famous song
With an intrusive view
It’s so hard to view
Because his name was Luka
He lived in the 2nd floor, he was abused

It came to life with lyrics and all
By singer, Suzanne Vega
If you ever hear his cries
He was never satisfied of his blows
As the wind blows, u can hear his cries louder

That which, no one heard …
If anyone opens his tiny torso-am sure bruised
Also confused, only food were his head blows
Not love there, but hate as his roof
Am sure, he huffs and puffs as toys were stuffed

There’s an enormous lack of love
How tough for a 2-year-old
To start a life abandoned and pin to hate
Whom are we to blame, if-when he wakes up
Now with a gun, he killed and then ended

Mothers and fathers
Where are you today?
Where is your place in society?
Can a child defend for themselves
A tiny kitten can’t, what makes you think

Can a 2-year-old?
Now, court decision is changing.
It will be, you both now charged
You abandoned a soul
Placing hate, instead of love

Call me Minnie, never JLO from the Bronx
I may have worked there
I rushed out and escaped fast
I had too much love, before they permanently
Tattooed in my brain that, was never love

I broke multiple bones
Starting to heal
The most was my brain
That’s because it hard to erase
I tried using whiteout and an eraser

It didn’t work … I sought help
From the number one MD
He came for me
Provided a prescription man never have
That was my will live… my God, gave me that

You may not know me
But I do know you …
If I may have seen confused
If I may be presented with no will 2live
Nor give in … It was not because, I was weak

It you thought I was mute
Thus, saw I couldn’t stop talking
Because, inside I was bleeding out love
As no gauze could close those wounds
Perhaps, with a nice perfume on my clothes

To make me look, un-home
As the only proof, I was alive but,
… dying inside from blows should never taken
I was never homeless, alright, inside
… just, appearing like not

Why was that?
… regardless well-dressed had endless of love
… from my hubby and son, not enough from
…. Because, those fools tried hard bury me alive
None knew love, I can now claim

The very few … who was nice enough
To respect me
That was enough!
That was a lot to grab
However, too many haters on my back

On that horrific crazy job that I loved
I did leave, my bed sweats
… from endless tears
I walked in cleaned
I left them dirty from their looks

No-one should be able to overpower you
… like that
None should treat like that
Pinning onto you
Your garbage, they are not

As a Microbiologist in-charged it didn’t matter
How Brillant, I was
With all my neurons were attached
They tried to prove it was not
As an impeccable writer and Microbiologist

They all tried to discredit my records
To prove, I can’t read, speak nor rule
I want to let you in to a secret
They never believed in love
That I had and almost died for it

My words of advice to all
Don’t do what I did
Sacrifice my life
For a job that at the end
Tried to defame, discriminate, incriminate

Sacrifice like Christ
With a pen and paper as a script
It was the final straw
It was God coming in
With an invisible rod, He now in-charge not HR

He indicated: “How can you cuff an innocent woman, without a crime?”
He grabbed my hands, “Let’s get out here!”
We did, “Am, I am looking back?”
It was not an easy pill to swollen

I felt like a child
… abused by a system, that had rules for me
They questioned my psyche
The niceness as weakness
My professionalism as having none

They tried to pin my nice on them
When all I saw on they were sneaks from
Their mouths, coming out
Were they all sneaks?
You judge them, not me

They tried to prove I was wrong, never them
How much do you know of a published scientist?
A guest speaker at Vancouver, Canada
A Research Scientist at Harvard
It was never enough. Never for them

They pictured me as dead brain
That’s ok …
My God, knows me well
Difference and distinguish between them
I am no fool, I’ll shall never be like them

I’ve an ins option in my heart
Written with letters in Red
It spells LOVE
I have it, for everyone
I’ve shared with the wrong one, never again

I walked out almost insane
Today, moving forward without them
In my heart, I know …
Despite perfect score on all inspections
JACHO, NYS, EPA, Fire and all …

It will never be smart for us, as they indicated
I know, I scored onto my brain 100%
… because of their work longevity
As they stated: of 68, 48 and 30 years
With perfect attendance, they felt untouched

Nothing wrong can they do!
With that of an impeccable record of attendance
They can’t be touched, even if incompetent
As they say, whom you know
This crowd refused to accept you

I was made no look as if, no good, a fool
A rejection to erase my perfection
Perhaps, a toxic injection to discredit me
To let me know, am no good in their eyes
They are perfect, never me, I can’t competent

They score me rotten …
Like a rotten apple you throw with a mold
No matter how perfect, I or poised
They made sure, to create, was not I
They made it a 180-degree turn, it negatively

Creating in everyone’s heads
Is whom, am …
As they painted me with a black horn and thorns
Using their own colors
To taint me black with hate, I escaped

I now, know better
They all melt in the sun like butter
That’s because they all have hate
The sun didn’t line that with them
It prefers to hate never to love, don’t hate

Know. I don’t need you
I am on my own
God, with me
“If, He with me
Thus, know no one, against me!”

I will not crawl on my bed …
I will not pull over the blankets over my head
I will not pull my hair, as I once did!
I will not take a knife bleed out to death
Instead, I will cry with Him, as He cradles me

My name is Minnie
If I looked sad, If I looked confused
If looked misunderstood, please know
It was not me because I am Luka but, sad a revision, now know am Minnie, nice to know

Is there more? Yes! It is not because I am not
Jenny from the block, not because I want 2be
JLO from the Bronx, not because I wish,
I lived in a palace, not because I want 2be
… smart, I know, I am…

I despite what they thought-started
I am a survivor, survived insults, came out alive
Being burned alive …
Onto a brick wall building made of paper
It was never strong, because they placed hate

I thought it was made of steel
It was not, to my amazement
It was made of clay as my tears dripped
It was supposedly withstand fire, it did not
I was set on fire without knowing, I escaped

As they tried super hard to dishonor me
To burn me alive and never leave prints of it
They all did, in my heart, mind and rioted me
All while trying to steal my love and pink heart
They failed, as I escaped … within 30 minutes

With written scripted 6/6/25
I resigned! Retired
Now, looking back how sad
They never had no love but, hate
Why? They never knew God

All in all, they have a fruit basket full of hate
They are lacking knowledge
I packed with love,
I, thus collectively
Gathered it

Put on my helmet from God walked out safe
I ran, like a NYC marathoner that I am
Regardless, they think I am weak
Crawling thus Earth like a bug
I love microbes, a bug

It doesn’t mean am, one!
I must never look back
As I ran fast from their gates of hate and hell
No room for me there, glad am gone
… from that hell place in the Bronx

Almost losing my life
Life is too fast-precious
Is, why I chose the health profession
They should all go to confession
However, not in the Bronx with their friends

They would all be non-guilty
Thinking, they did no wrong
I am the wrong, never them
The years and clout have proven a haven
I only have heaven-earned, that’s enough

At the end, we will all be judged
You can only take love
The goods done, love, you had
Not fake friends
…. whom pretended were friends or colleagues

I thus, must re-evaluate
The experiences in my head
We’re all too real
The printed embedded
That, for certain health I must erase

I shall pin and liberate from it
Now, that are clearly in my brain cells
As I age, as your exquisite grape
I will be ripped with love
Will surround myself with blessings

That those people thought
I didn’t deserve
How can you write a wrong?
How they thought it was, I wrong and they right
I- weak and they-strong, – as a dynamite

I can never be blow to pieces
I am protected by the greatest army
Known to man that is, my God
You can be protected too … ask and follow Him

He will never leave you
He sends the greatest army Known
Know, He full of love
He pours out endless of it from mouth of rivers
Try to catch Him, before it’s too late

If lives in the skies
He takes rides onto rainbows
He lets you know, He is here
Those prism colors, is that He’s letting you know
He is here, alright

All He asks of you …
To look deep in your heart, mind and soul
Who is hurting you? Am, sure you know!
Pray for them, and forgive
Now, walk away and ask always for Him

Don’t let bad stick
Don’t ever be tricked by fools
Don’t let them in when they ring your doorbell
When they try again
To ring your dumbbell, is they dumb not you

Know! You never respond to number 666
This time you know better
You’ve realized it is them, not you
Right on time God, He entered in for you
Before, they took a precious life

I thought, I liked a dirty bum
They all made me feel like one dumb
As I was drunk, I never drink nor take drugs
Don’t get me wrong, I credit a homeless man
Whom turned my life around
We all have a purpose, even a bum

Know that, wholeheartedly …
I was tested, if I am an obedient disciple
Proven, I was! That was enough!
Being thrown to the wolves, I was spat on
This way, I won’t let anyone know

Guess what?
My heart knows
You can’t beat nor hate, why?
Because is where God lives!
Yes, He lives here. It’s where, He lives

I believe and give love
Only, those deserving it
This time, I know better
I will not be abused nor tricked by fools
By someone, I thought it was not fit

I will not bite my nails
As I once did
I will not bite my tongue occasionally
I will not fall apart nor drop with faint and paint
I will not pull my hair; I dare you dare me

I will instead wake up in pain and sweat
Instead, I will always look at the red sun
I shall appreciate and admire every rainbow
God’s splendors, that is flowers and its colors
I will give endless love to all, never those bums

I, bruised by a health institution in NYC of Bronx
Whom may have seen me weak, hated all of me
Preferring to lack me up in a mental institution
Prison, or delete me from this Earth
As they shut down my computer immediately

They didn’t know me, I survived blues and blows
My love that strong, I can break any walls
I did, thus escaped, am now free from those … idiots am out with the sea that truly sees

I can now, love myself indefinitely and complete
I will not look back …
But, forward with those who can love me
I’ve caught the train and bus to love
My home is always’ decorated with love

They with fates of hate
Love can never be replaced
They should all go to a school of love
However, Earth has none
Is up high you can claim, where God sits and rest

I tried to decorate their heart of hate
Instead, they rated me like a criminal
It was never a match with my heart
I bleed out … for much love, I had
They all formed a chain of hate, I broke it

I proved love stronger than that of hate
There’s no place, for you, I in hurts
… too many of times been tricked by you
It’s now time to depart
… you will never break my heart

He owns it
Now, try now
It will never be broken again
Why, because it’s love in here
You’ll always find

All those parts of me you broke,
Are now, left behind, will never be broken again
All the cries, pains and the drains like a sink
As you trying to make me fit onto a boat
Yes, all to sink

Know! Am, no longer weak
Am, not a worm
I am strong
Know, your wrongs
I am right, you are all weak

I can never, ever be tricked
I am not rustic metal
I am Steel, like Superman
Know, am a woman not from Kryptonite
I came from God, why not you?

Remember this, God sent for me
A rustic old train to bring me safe
He didn’t care of your $250,000 salary
That! Compared to mine, was penny’s
He sees-weights love never money you weight

In your head you belittled me
That’s ok!
He sees all critiques and negatives
The sacrifices I made for love, it’s people’s
He always knew he was honest and enough

The accidents not in my head
The traffic, tolls, insurance, gas, and abuses
Never that in just my head but reality
I volunteering my time? Oh, yes
My staff, making more money, crazy or not?

Do you call this wage discrimination?
There’s a new entrance
Where you can’t find love
You can find hate all in that place
It is in that place, that’s buried love

In the city of the Bronx … Pelham PKWY
I left some marks, institution claiming care
… with love, now I can laugh
Little was known, my heart had plenty of it
They tried to steal it, a writer with freedom I

If I ever, enter there
It would be with extreme caution
Where, I almost was burned alive
Getting out barely alive, at the perfect time
As they say, life is all about “Timing!” Agreed

Where can you find love
Never there, in the Bronx
Where, I once stepped and worked
I exited out right on time, before I died
Now, I will never look back but, forward

Where you think love can be found?
Never, ever where you find hate
Never ever, where plants of hate grow
There are tiny plants. Of it, there
Where its multiples in full hate, is this place

I rushed out … with a bruised heart
Instead of red was black that God saw
Before they pin it onto me
They all tried hard to flourish my clean art
They couldn’t find an ounce of hate on me
So, they raced out to catch me, instead

I raced out … still, in hurts not Jacobi at the eyes
As would try 2contaminate me with their hates
I gave 12 1/2 years, now my retirement here
Ahead of me will be the rainbows and the sun
My future offsprings that I can look 4ward

As my grandchildren in heaven comes in Spring
I know, will come in 2026 an angel will arrive
I know that …
Because, I always dream ahead
As reality follows me with God, ahead

He’s holding my hands
He’s cradling me
He is blessing all of me
He will put me to sleep
A new day … has arrived

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet