UnOccupied Soul (poetry)

By Jesus Cortez


My soul has been

occupied since birth

I am oppressor and

oppressed, trying to

shed the madness

imposed on me by

this poverty, this

pain, this colonization

of my mind, my heart,

trying to rip myself

apart, in order to create

a new me, a me that

is free—free from

the hatred, from the

anger, from the pain

of life on the margins;

this life, this struggle

against myself, for

myself and with others

who fight this bipolar

existence of being two,

being three, being

more than oneself—this

schizophrenic existence

will soon end, and

I will be ONE.

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