The shirtless man by the ticket counter
has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
The three steps of the back porch
Mitt hus
Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås,
Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
in the midst of it
of disease and sickness i struggle
We are being hunted
Torn apart from our families
We are disgusted
Is that really how its supposed to be
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Tuesday, August 19, 2015(Date poem was born)
