Chicano Poet

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Phenomenology Of Other

“There was a Mexican flag flowing over the American town.”
by Sheryl Luna

Being inside of someone who hates you
can be so enlightening,

looking out from my blue eyes
and blonde hair I machete

the Mexican men who shop at Walmart in groups
and I wonder why Immigration

can’t figure it out.
I shop at Fiesta Super Market,

whole families monkey-chatter in Spanish
and look at me as if I’m out of place

and you can see they despise me
for being in their world.

I go home to Westlake Hills, set my security alarm,
goggle “ Who the fuck

are these brown people who hate me?”
I make up my mind to hate them back.


At 3:15 PM, Anonymous anisa said...

I love this poem, title and all, including the addition of the Luna quote. Simply put, you write good!

At 12:22 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,anisa.I have really been getting into Sheryl's poetry,amazing how much she forces(in a good way of course) such images to come out.

At 8:15 AM, Anonymous anisa said...

From looking at her blog, she's been writing a lot this Summer. One night I was reading her stuff, but my daughter (20 months old) needed my help getting to sleep.
Her post was so long I printed it out and read it in bed--
Far-out stream-of-conscience stuff with a lot of great imagery.

At 11:10 AM, Blogger RC said...

I print out her poems,too.I take them with me to work,to the park,or out on weekends(my wife always drives),and I read as we cruise along.


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