I am not you

I am not your height

or weight

or the way you wake up in the morning

I am not the way you comb your hair

or drive a car

I didn’t ask for your 

insecurities

Or your hands 

To venerate me.

Your foundation is no different than that of your neighbors,

    ground firmly into the cool of the Earth with no concern

    for those who dwell above you.

Your walls beg to tell a different story, desperate for language

The lights of the city shine brighter than any star.

a cool breeze cuts through the humid night air.

the sidewalk is cracked by too many steps in everyone’s one-thousand-mile journey.

Born a peasant

always a peasant

work, work, work

never stopping

bound to the land

living from it

I sleep thinking,

why me?

I want to leave

I want to die

but what will happen to my family?

Republican

Yes! Bless The New U.S...

Making America Great Again

With only the best.

I must confess this victory came a little shocking.

I wasn’t expecting Trump to win,

The way the media was talking.

clouds

pink and blue smears

go over my head

like the moon

or calculus.

i long to float up there

where i could eat eclipse and crackers

and differentiate my thoughts.

At the grocery store

In the days of our youth

The green twist ties were the best part.

So easily entertained were we

With these simple pliable toys

Laughing and forming new shapes.

Bleach blonde braids fall across my shoulders

as caramel curls caress my cheeks all for the low, low price

of my life’s savings and a bottle of bleach