I am not you
I am not your height
or weight
or the way you wake up in the morning
I am not the way you comb your hair
or drive a car

I didn’t ask for your 
insecurities
Or your hands 
To venerate me.

Your foundation is no different than that of your neighbors,
    ground firmly into the cool of the Earth with no concern
    for those who dwell above you.
Your walls beg to tell a different story, desperate for language

The lights of the city shine brighter than any star.
a cool breeze cuts through the humid night air.
the sidewalk is cracked by too many steps in everyone’s one-thousand-mile journey.
Brick and concrete towers fly high into the sky, close enough to reach the stars.

Born a peasant
always a peasant
work, work, work
never stopping
bound to the land
living from it
I sleep thinking,
why me?
I want to leave
I want to die
but what will happen to my family?
how will they survive?

Republican
Yes! Bless The New U.S...
Making America Great Again
With only the best.
I must confess this victory came a little shocking.
I wasn’t expecting Trump to win,
The way the media was talking.
I was walking,

clouds
pink and blue smears
go over my head
like the moon
or calculus.
i long to float up there
where i could eat eclipse and crackers
and differentiate my thoughts.

At the grocery store
In the days of our youth
The green twist ties were the best part.

So easily entertained were we
With these simple pliable toys
Laughing and forming new shapes.

Bleach blonde braids fall across my shoulders
as caramel curls caress my cheeks all for the low, low price
of my life’s savings and a bottle of bleach