United States of Hypocrisy
When you ask me of my relationship to this country,
What do I even say?
Do I tell you the status of my legality?
I will not let my experience be turned into a mockery
Or the stereotype of a minority
But I will tell you
Fleeing from increasing poverty,
My family landed in this so-called democracy
We took our chances and played by the lottery
So that we could live a with more equality
But in reality,
We live in a hypocrisy.
When you ask me what is my relationship to this country,
Do I tell you
What neighborhood I live in?
What is my household income
What is my level of education?
Or should I tell you about my politcal views, am I a democrat or a republican?
A conservative or a progressive?
Instead I will show you
A collection of scattered photographs throughout the years
Me with my sister Rubia,
With my abuelita Lucia,
With my next door neighbor, Dona Carlotta
We are separated
We do not walk the same grounds
Or speak the same language anymore
We are isolated
Financially capacitated
I am firmly disintegrated
From this country
I must now call home.
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