My mother, my aunt, my cousins and me

by Yakari Gabriel   Jun 2, 2015


Sure they were rats in the little wooden
apartment growing up,
wet beds when it rained, screams, tears,
fights. talks about deportation,
drugs and who the coast guard
caught that day. there was ache,
and ass whooping, hair pulling,
inappropriate stares.
also a lot of fear and rage,
fear and rage and tired hands.
But never was there anyone
who wanted it to stay that way.
That's why nowadays it isn't.
None of us ever, lay down to rot in our misery.
we fought. we fought so hard,
as crazy as this may seem.
Not dying when we all thought we would,
is our biggest victory

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  • 9 years ago

    by kelleyana

    I read two of your poems so far. This one speaks volume. Sometimes people lives are not always what the chooses it to be. As a society, we can make a differences but as long as it exist first class and second class citizens, then things will stay as it is. Too bad living in a situation as such, usually you turn to the temptation of drugs BUT, i must say that if you sit down everyday without going after a better life, or thinking tomorrow will be different, it won't help. The moment to start something better for yourself is now. Very touching, kel.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I like it. Passionately written.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I like it. Passionately written.

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