Growing Up Brown And Unblessed
What La Virgen de Guadalupe
was doing under the waterfall, I don’t know.
My brothers ran off
into the vast distance.
Someone was burning tires,
sending a thick black smoke
in the direction of happy drug dealers.
A nine and ten year old
were smoking dope with their mother.
The elementary school
was turning out beautiful dropouts.
Cops gathered around the waterfall.
I was in handcuffs,
no one’s supposed to go
underneath the goddamn waterfall they said.
I was dripping wet
when they threw me into the jail cell
with the lanky prostitutes
who were so impressed
with my deadly young eyes
and my brown legs protruding like genitals
from my short pants.