My Barrio

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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Where I'm From, We Have:​​

Skyscraping Little People Towering On Street Corners

 

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Men, Blinded

By The Dim Glow Of Their Make-Believe Shine

Women, Deafened

By Loud Fabricated Facts Whispered To Them Daily

 

And Mutes Who Speak Fluently

Silent, Not Due To A Lack Of Voice 

But Society's Inability To Hear Them​​

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Where I’m From, We Have:​​

Grown Infants Carrying Their Newborn Parents

 

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The Lazy Laboring Tirelessly

While The Workers Sleep

 

Addicts Advising Their Stoned Sponsors​​

 

Poets Coloring Outside The Lines

And Graffiti Artists Blossoming Into Wordsmiths

 

Teachers Progressing Into Students

Learning From The Hood's Brightest Minds

 

Local Thugs Protecting and Serving

While The Police Is The Biggest Gang Around

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Where I’m From Paradox Is The Norm

My Barrio’s A World Of Its Own

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And To You The Hood Might Look Like A Wasteland

 

 

But To Me, My Barrio Is A Gallery