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where silvery soup cans cracked the pavement,
where red juice whined out from containment,
sweet fleshy fruit spittled fruits,
fresh from private property gardens.
where rooms stack like racks,
Is there a contradiction –
In the predilection
to compare?
the hour, the life, the moment?
When in sweet countenance, the sand
becomes a fragrance and drips, measuring
Your spirit held the beauty of Aphrodite but never commanded a crowd to form around you like this
Instead it was the crimson liquid, glistening in the light,
That made everyone stare
I still feel the slap of disgrace in humanity and
I will still feel the grip of xenophobia
It feels like water up my nose when I can swim but
I Still Can’t Breathe
When my parents first came to America,They thought it would unite their broken states of mind
My mother came from a poor family,But immigrant soil pinched pennies harder than she could
As I grew, I learned to curse this sun kissed skin.
It felt like a trap to me,
plaguing me as leper- socially condemned being…
but after I gazed at my brother, the blackened night sky,
