A Dreamer’s Howl (Poetry)

By Jesus Cortez


My blood will not mix

with the blood of other

oppressed peoples for a

piece of



I do not want to fit in,

to be the model citizen,

to agree with every lie

and take it as a



These papers, this “freedom”

signed by those who have

hated me since

I became an



I can do without them.


I remember dying slowly in

street warfare that

took my mind,

but even those streets

gave me love…


How do I dream when they offer

me death? I will live

this life, with my




with my undocumented name,

but a humanity that

rises above those who

claim humanity belongs

only to them.



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