Chicano Poet

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

She Blinded Me With Science
Or Stranger In A Strange Land

My mother was a miniature black hole
sucking in the world around her,
spitting me out the other side.

Sure, you don’t like the way I turned out,
mean, brash, insulting little fellow,
despised and deprecated.

I see no problem with that,
being tossed through the back end of galaxies,
the black holes made me resilient,

rebellious, raunchy, rattrap,
don’t really care what you think
or say about me.

I have been squeezed to nothing,
looked out from the inside of an atom,
kicked electrons out of their silly orbits.

The only strange particles
I ever encountered
were the ways of you white folks.


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