Chicano Poet

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Prayer

Father may I hate you
you flyingggg through the desert

like Luke looking for Obi Wan
there in your youth

dark brown sharecropper
on a distant planet

you swept mother off her feet
no doubt

the cornfields were fruit and lips
the sun dropped its warm skin

upon you
paradise so still you missed it

and fled into the desert
Father may I hate you


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