elders carry stories
of themselves foaming
at the mouth
like rabid dogs
like the language they spoke
was *****.
Nuns with sharp rulers,
sharply ruled the catholic schools
No choice, but to
submit and Americanize
with cheeseburgers and denim
lonely tears for home
missing the
gentle breeze of pine and juniper trees
while forgotten brothers and sisters hang with
touchy pastors whose love for Christ
told them to be quiet.
inspired by the generation before me
