Chicano Poet

Monday, April 13, 2015

Otra Vida

As furless
as a Mexican dog

I wandered
out of the barrio

crossed the tracks where
everything turned white

not welcomed
I put my tail

between my legs
lowered my shoulders

folded back my ears
and determined

to stick it out
I still don't know

what happened
to my barrio


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