I write poetry, short stories, and journal entries about my family, friends, crime, drama, and sometimes life.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Contra
Hate me if you want.
Get mad that I am different
That I came from some other place
That I look and sound separate from you.
Shake the bars of your mind
Or stomp your feet and yell
But don't expect me to leave
Or even shut my mouth.
I would like nothing better than
To use your words against you
To make you upset and confused
and look like a fool in front of whoever is handy.
Perhaps that is too much to ask.
If nothing else, I am contra.
I stand to juxtapose you and let others know
You're not as smart as you think you are.
I don't need you or anyone else to agree with me.
I don't need to be right all the time.
On the contrary, there is rarely only one answer
And I want you to admit it.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
The New Colossus
Was that a lie? Do people still believe that?
If slanted politics make my home unsafe for me, is there anywhere I can go?
Is there no place on the surface of existence where I can earn a living
and not be held responsible for sins of generations past?
If I agree to abide by the golden rule and obey basic laws, why am I not welcome?
If I pay my way and adopt your culture, your customs, your language, what then?
If I walk here for days through the desert just to shop in your stores and clean your plates,
Will you not let me stay?
If slanted politics make my home unsafe for me, is there anywhere I can go?
Is there no place on the surface of existence where I can earn a living
and not be held responsible for sins of generations past?
If I agree to abide by the golden rule and obey basic laws, why am I not welcome?
If I pay my way and adopt your culture, your customs, your language, what then?
If I walk here for days through the desert just to shop in your stores and clean your plates,
Will you not let me stay?
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