Born Americano

Born Americano

Texas migrant shack,
dirt floor beneath the bed.
Born Americano!

My Mother Americana,
My Father, sin papeles
until he buys, the Green Card,
now free
to work the fields with his children.

Detached from my roots,
like an onion pulled from a hot
Texas field.

Adapted without full benefits
no access to tools,
that make me relevant.

Inwardly white,
an Oreo a coconut
yet color coded by race.

Born Americano!

My Mother Americana,
My Father, sin papeles
until he buys, the Green Card,
now free
to work the fields with his children.

Altered and absorbed by American ways,
my heroes fly, they are tall, they are white,
y no se habla Español

Born Americano!

My Mother Americana
My Father, sin papeles
until he buys, the Green Card,
now free
to work the fields with his children.

I come from a line
that left the other behind,
to cross a bridge, to ford a river,
chasing the help wanted sign
From California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest, to the gulf stream waters
picking crops for you, and me and born Americano.

Assimilated

Assimilated

Don’t get me wrong,
I love my white friends.
They should love being white.
I only get pissed,
when having it all ain’t enough,
when they think they’re the victims—not us.

Accentless I speak.
A pleasant white noise
but never, quite, white, enough.

Assimilated, vacillating—
in limbo ‘tween cultures,
branded Americano by the Mexicano but not fully accepted by either.
Affirming my perception that
Being Born Brown on this side,
is a call for rejection.

A whitewashed,
hollow brown shell,
filled with white reverberations
that echo and bounce against tall walls.

Expediency made it right to be white,
let the chips fall where they did.

No time to prevent a cultural demise.
So we push and shove to survive,
like a twelve-pup litter
feeding off a Ten Tit Bitch

Is This How Gods Make Love to Mortals

Is This How Gods Make Love to Mortals

Cast into heaven
with the violence of childhood and
the innocence of birth
where I swam with the grace
of dolphins, in a cosmic sea of
of dark blues mingled
in the black and gold of Lapis lazuli.
The night sky
was like the pearl sheen of abalone
illuminated by galaxies and stars that flowed over me
with the warmth of goddesses
who caressed my nakedness.

I thought to myself,
is this how gods make love to mortals?

Mi Pueblo

Dedicated to good people of Old Town Lansing Michigan

Mi Pueblo

Old town, my town, bound by the Grand River,
the Rio Grande,
lined with walkways that welcome strollers, bikers,
and rainbow families.

North town my town,
El Norte de Lansing.

Lot 56 / Cesar Chavez Plaza, Brenke the ladder for fish,
pools that peacefully gather its dwellers,

they link me,
to its sidewalks and fiestas,
its fishing poles and laughter.

Old town, my town, bound by Grand people,
La Gran gente de mi pueblo.

I Just Knew

I Just Knew

For those in love to stay,
I join you in a toast!
And share in the boast,
that I have someone too.

She was my friend, now she is my wife.

Long ago, we said “I do.”
It’s what I wanted from the start.

I just knew.

It works that way for just a few.
to know from a glance—they’re the one.

I saw my bride from across a crowded room.
I told the man standing next to me,
“See that girl?”
And I huddled in close,
and pointed her out.
“She’s the one for me!”

He laughed and walked away.

I said, hello.
and two years later,
she said I do.

I just knew.

After awhile,
you can’t imagine, sleeping alone.
It will happen to you.

For 37 years, I didn’t know I snored, like that.
Like some thunderous storm,
I
AM
LOUD!
She never said.
and I was awed,
and understood.

That it was Love.

You’ll have those moments too.
And like a wondrous sauce,
your love will be stirred on high heat.
It will rumble and roar,
then reduce into a concentrated blend
of all the flavors that you are.

What remains, is precious
and a wonder to consume.

And like gold refined in a crucible of fire,
IT
WILL
BE
PURE.
Make it last.
It’s well within your grasp.

You’ll know you’ve arrived,
when after a hundred years,
you stare into each other’s eyes and say:
“You still make me laugh,”
and then you kiss
and hold a fond embrace.

And understand,
that this is Love.