I will never call a Latino “papi”

sino héroe, soldado, sobreviviente

Brother in bondage, sibling in survival

The chains of the Hispanic clink with those of his Black cellmate

We languish under the same white gall

One Word

Can make the difference.

Guilty? or Not?

It doesn’t matter what I think.

It only matters what the jury believes.

I am nothing but a name in a story.

Mother is marrying Big Joe.

Why she decided to, I do not know.

Doesn’t she know,

She is betraying Father?

Doesn’t she know I don’t want to be a daughter,

To anyone but Father?

I am a strong young man exhausted from my ways

I’ve been in eleven facilities but nothing ever seemed to change

Until one day I felt his grace and heard it say

Come to me my child and I will take it all away…