Chicano Poet

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Hallar Y Perder

There comes a time when you
have to face the facts
that you’re an ex-Mexican.

The prodigal son was serious, at first,
then mischievous, and then
he wanted to create beauty,

but, now he wants just the facts.
He only settles for reality
and the reality is that

he’s an ex-Mexican.
There’s no going back.
These new arrivals are just that,

they can not be a part of him.
They bring the same confusion
he had to outgrow, overcome, cast off,

unchain himself from.
He doesn’t know what lies ahead,
but he’s an ex-Mexican now.


At 3:56 PM, Blogger Andrew Shields said...

Sometimes I wonder at what point I will begin to feel like an ex-American.


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