third world girl

third world girl                                       September 28, 2016
while we’re on the subject of nationalism
let’s talk about gender
and all the times i have had to ask
how you would feel
if i did to you
what you do to me

like all things american
i am throw-away
and this is all you see
blue-eyes, american, female

but i was born a border child
so high in the sky
heaven kissed earth
while my father chopped the firewood
and my mother carried the water
i was never toilet trained
for we had no toilet

i don’t know how
to throw anything away
–least of all you–
because i am a child of this border place
where empty tires are gardens
and newspapers kindle the morning fire

i don’t know how
to be a soft woman
in this world of rock and wind
of hauling fire and pumping water
for i am a creature
born to work and to worry
and the wind
of mountains so high
they shatter the walls of eden
of deserts so hot
they shame the flames of hell

i don’t know how
to be a blue-eyed window
when these eyes
have seen such grief
the tears make them mirrors
mirrors of your disregard
the perfect mirror
of your vanity
for if you would see into me
you would perish
swimming the well of tears
between the worlds

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to third world girl

  1. m says:

    This seems appropriate to publish in the wake of the UN report on poverty. They didn’t come to New Mexico.


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