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Latinx Salud Poems:  An Inaugural Collection

My Body is My Witness

  I’m still standing.
My back is bowed by
The burden of your guilt.
My feet are broken and torn.
The brutal journey I’ve walked
To prove that you are well-meaning.
My eyes are cloudy, tear-filled, squinting.
Tears for those that are not deemed worthy.
My knees are bloody, tearing and creaking,
Kneeling at the altar of your fragile ego.
My heart is frantic, beating erratically.
Anxiety carried from resistance,
Waiting for your disapproval.
When you finally tire of me,
When your guilt is done,
And I am not needed,
I’m still standing.
1/24/2019



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