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I look tall heartbroken as I watch my people slip
away
By
Miguel Gonzalez
Art by Samuel Rodriguez
I
will never sell out to the ways another master made for me to fall,
I look tall heartbroken as I watch my people slip away under american
justice,
a fantasy for all a battered face is what I see in the mirror of
a generation lost and dying,
products of cold institutions that teach the youth the value of
fighting,
the questions of why and
when will it end lay sick and unanswered
in a dark and damp closet as political fathers with white spaces
for faces sit in rooms laughing
at
us trying to stop it if it were a balloon our children would pop
it and watch our troubles fly away with smiles on our faces blues
skies can be happy once again,
bringing life when it rains I pray for all my folks without mommas
to hold'em when life hurts
the worst and even harder with lost mommas that take life like parasytes,
blows and words burn this liquor here summons all the lost souls
from the block to my house and cave cant sleep during the week like
normal kids that cry when they feel pain I'm the
happy now, sad later animal roaming through your hood on a cool
trot fighting when
It feels right and swerving around corners when the systems signs
say stop laughing
brings eyes to life even in faces that sneer in the mirror
when they rise and what a shame it is to see these become the citizens
that america holds up high but still I know humans are born singing
and pure as they enter reality baptized in blood it's in our nature
to love,
so
bigotry is our creation, like god, good and evil exist as one if
you teach me to hate, I will, and though it violates my soul,
I'll
kill because my instinct is not just survival but thrival by any
means, savage skill all I know is what you've shown me so everything
else is empty these alternative lifestyles of a positive outlook
offend me,
much
less seem tempting ask me to write and I'll carve my name into your
mommas chest because all you've shown me is that your generosity
is
conditioned
by my will to express
give me soil to till, like your bible said, and you will see me
heal,
I understand what's real so I can throw my dirt and seeds back on
the earth and watch my labor of love become fruit my hands can feel
surround me with children, women,
and elders that smile, love and lift me
when I fall its this or deal with americas nightmare
in your growing prisons and juvenile halls
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