Chicano Frankenstein

“The world was warm and white when I was born”,
arms and legs not matched,

neck and nape perhaps from ape,
the precious brown bolts gave me life.

I battled to be accepted,
and finally had to give up,

find a corner to exist,
gasp for the air I was allowed.

The villagers were cruel and mighty,
yet somehow I slipped through the cracks,

became secretly whole and strong like them
until they did not recognize me anymore.

When we meet, it is not my face you see,
because you are looking at your feet.