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2003-03-18 11:13 PM Here is what will probably be my last pre-war protest post Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) This is a poem I was introduced to my last semester at OU, and I have found myself returning to it over and over in the last few years. Even though it was published in 1997, its relevancy is increasing. My favorite thing is that its a protest poem but it still expresses belief and hope in what America is supposed to be. So enjoy.
by Demetria Martinez (after Allen Ginsberg) 1988 America our marriage is coming apart I've done everything right got my degree Now you tell me my English won't do America I'm not good enough for you? Better my Spanglish than your smooth talk America No I won't sleep with you not now not ever Ah come on America all I wanted was a little adobe house in Atrisco a porch swing two ninos some democracy Now I read in the Albuquerque Journal you left me for a younger woman Bought drugs for guns guns for drugs Destroyed Managua in order to save it Spied on Communist Maryknoll nuns in Cleveland America your face is on wanted posters in post offices And I'm on sleeping pills again America Last night I dreamed the Pentagon was a great Ouija board spelling out REPENT REPENT In half sleep I reached for you love but got only a scent of amber waves of grain I got up for a hit of caffeine the Book of Psalms And whoosh I saw the promised land You don't need citizenship papers there it's colored and smells of refried beans Remember who you are America Purple mountain majesty above fruited plains worked by mejicanos America call off your dogs America give me a green card though I don't qualify America forgive me if I gag on your memory at La Paloma bar on South Broadway America I'm twenty-seven and tired thanks to you And thanks to you I found God on a stoop on Arno Street America you claim crime's fierce in this neighborhood I tell you it's nothing next to your crimes The wars we fund start at the package liquor store and end twice a year at confession America I don't want progress I want redemption Cut the shit we could be lovers again don't hang up America I'm your dark side embrace me and be saved Pull yourself up by your bootstraps I know you can America I'm not all bitter I'm a registered Republican At parties when friends ask America who? I introduce you explain you had a difficult upbringing But I can't cover up for you America get that straight Honey it's not too late it's not too late America the ball's in your court now Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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