Chicano Poet

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Deep In The Barrio

Buried deep in the barrio
I dug myself out
my bruised hands
couldn't hold a tortilla
my mouth was full
of mother earth
the sun blinded my eyes
I squinted trying to
recognize my neighbors
their dirty faces
gave me hope
buried deep in the barrio
is not such a bad thing
it makes you sing


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