The Seeds of Our Resistance

By: Abe Sierra Jr.

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This is for the lost

            Those unable to find their way back

                                      To nonexistent homelands

 

The ones whose memories still linger in the air

Like the smell of burnt incense

The ones who build amerikkka’s homes

While having their own dismantled

                                                            Brick by brick

 

This is for the ones who put food on the gringo’s plate

While being tipped with insults and threats of deportation

The ones who are born already dead

Since life is a luxury they just aren’t allowed to afford

 

Hermanos/Hermanas…

 

Your homes have not been broken in vain

Your silent screams

Fall not on deaf ears

Your suffering is ours too

 

 

Your tears, those costly tears,

                    They water the seeds of our resistance.