(Un)American – (poetry)

By Jesus Cortez

As a boy I tried to cut
the umbilical cord
between me and my
Mother Land, so I slowly
let my tongue die and
my soul died as I tried
to hide my sun burnt face
and my ancient features…

They say that hard work
pays off in the Promised Land,
well, all that remains of me
are my tired legs I drag across
the city, sleepy eyes that
hate what they see and
destroyed lungs to spit
out my misery…

And yet I must prove
myself worthy, a hardworking
and patriotic “American”,
even as my dreams die
at the hands of other patriots
in defense of their beloved
laws that only benefit
those with the right color of skin.

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