Chicano Poet

Thursday, April 22, 2010

By The Time I Get To Phoenix

By the time I get to Phoenix
you’ll be gone.

You’ll be in handcuffs
leaving your American-born kids behind.

You left your green card at home
and you’re on your way to Mexico.

By the time I make Albuquerque
you won’t fine a job across the border.

By the time I make Oklahoma
you’ll be crossing that big desert.

By the time I get to Texas
I’ll hear they’ve found your body.


At 5:09 PM, Blogger chris said...

Hi Reyes.

I like these poems.
Keep on.

Best Wishes,

chris murray


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