A New Poem – To Be Latino

After a brief period of quiet preoccupation I return with a fresh new poem inspired in the wee hours of this morning.

To Be Latino
by Lilibeth André

I am the pedestal,

the legs.

The machine that hums,

never breaks.

I serve and labor,

no complaints.

I drive myself and the rest.

Stay the course.

I manicure your world,

every day.

I hold mine together,

slipping away.

The land of opportunity,

is blind.

It forgets I am here,

many times.

Few fight for fairness,

for an edge.

A place at the table.

There’s no chair.

Today is different,

I can feel.

There is hope for my children,

to be seen.

I hold my fork,

like the rest,

Dinner is served,

It is me.

.

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About The Artist

Houston, Texas A classical artist and writer that delves in sustainability issues and natural health practices.
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