One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
Mitt hus
Det huset, biblioteket på Skogås,
Och dessa vägar med musikaliska namn,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
Here I am, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants,
Scared for what might happen,
in the midst of it
of disease and sickness i struggle
We are being hunted
Torn apart from our families
We are disgusted
Is that really how its supposed to be
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Tuesday, August 19, 2015(Date poem was born)
From Schools To Bedrooms To Business Boardrooms...
As Well As These People In Government Crews...
I want to go back in time
when I used to be free from cares
and Mother would hold me close.
