Lost between two worlds of translation
Between worlds of political disorder
Between worlds of bubbling borders
Happy for red turbulent ignorance
Rotting with sweet dark contempt
Feeling the rightful wrongness
Yet unable to describe it all
Lost between the eloquent “Mexican-me”
And suspicious of the coconut sellout
Wondering who is actually conducting this sale
Relying only on the inner soul
To decide what is good for it
What is not
We, cosmic ones, are here
At the edge of the Mexican-American dream
Blocked by global arrogance
At the rim of pandemic ignorance
THEY will surely come to you
To your edge, your border
To kill
Your dream
Your soul
Your wrongness
Your contempt
Your ignorance
So fellow brown humans
Be not ignorant of THEY
For THEY are watching you too, cabron!
by Juan Manuel Perez
JuanMPerez.com
