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I was born in the arms of a tender world with voices beneath a greying city sky telling stories of penniless days.

slowly I began to crawl guided by small lights on the block, to

walk in its varied dark, and grow

older in a wreckage field of Spanish names. I watched buildings go up in flames in the arson days of those who never felt this land a welcome place. I listened in many

tongues to the conceited excuses

explaining why in the barrio people

are undone, our hopes steered into

ignominious graves and our lives

treated like filthy specks of dust.

someday, when night approaches the

morning light, the blind start to see,and the world moves a little closer to truth, our hellish gates will unlock

and the wailing in this forsaken land

will come to a just end.