People, slain,
History books, vanished
Pictures, stolen
Mi abuelito’s pictures.
Flowers, fettered
Names, redacted
Bullet with my name on it.
And a warrant for my citizenship, overdue.
Every day, sirens
Us, bleeding,
Suffocating, silenced.
Never, White.
We, “want rest,”
Trump, “Law and Order.”
Sun, sets,
We pray.
Borders, bellies
Jailing, rapists.
America, bloodthirsty,
Me, ashamed.
Mothers, baby boys,
Mijas, todos
Endless, Wings,
Fluttering into dirt.
Run, hide,
Try, might,
But, surprise.
Bullet with my face on it.
God, bless.
Bless the hypocrites.
And then my
Teacher, said:
“SUCK IT UP.”
But me,
I said,
“I
don’t
think
so.”
J.T.