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Tiffy May 2018
We are divided into two sides
Two parts that make us one whole
We are those who live on the hyphen
Those who do not entirely relate to just one race but to others
We speak English as if it was a nasty taste in the mouth
Like the words did not seem to belong there
Like it was being forced out
It was unnatural, uneasy, unfitting
Nothing about speaking English fit
Nothing about being an American fit
Nothing seemed right because it was not entirely me
How do I tie myself down to only one race when I knew I was more?
How do I say I am simply only a Mexican when I am a Mexican-American?
How many questions can I answer to those who ask which side I am?
How do I answer these questions when I myself do not know for sure?
I want to explain to everyone that I am a Mexican-American
That I do not want to assimilate into the American culture when I am proud of the Mexican that I am
How do I explain the important role that a hyphen gives me?
That the hyphen that separates those two words is what connects me
A poem I had to write for my ROML 2550 class
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they blocked me
they locked me to
there was more
than
us
there was me
mostly you
but there
was
me
am
i
in
the
or on
the spot
hit me
here
splot
on
i
am
our
they
blocked me



my mind was lost
on the other side
of
love


is my love lost there
she shot another hole
screaming in my head
listen listen
listen
baby
time
is
whats been said


she shot me
through
the
head
here
we
lay
sculpted on the bed
she pleasured me
they blocked
me
?








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cyber poetry sites can not handle my loves buzzes
...
try us in the dark
watch your stitched seams
go neon
yeah
i
am
free based sobriety
ain't not man words
ever put a grip on me
chunk rocks far boys
rattle me
little
miss
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