we called home
stinkadena
me n all the neighbors
who still do **** it
made my daddy
and his daddy
obligatory consumers
from employees with degrees
in chemical engineering

now i live in the barrio
and all the pretty yellow lights
on the way to granma’s
went blue
through brown hue
bright light took my sight
taste of ****
placed on my tongue
i’m not done

from this moment
I will own Myself
a costume will not tell me
what my Gift is
or how to give it.
my progeny will have names
not numbers
with my presents
i can See the future