NESTOR REYES
Spontaneous writing on the experience of Delinquent
It is like politicians lying
with the constitution framed at every 1000 feet
as they move from different sides of the country,
like borders that separate the native from their land
and while they breathe and contemplate that
their land is still being segregated
in a discrete way.
No native Americans,
said the toilet seat cover in that restaurant.
They are not allowed here either,
said the red, white and blue grocery store in the corner.
Like Sarah Palin who has never even sniffed the radioactive dust
of a thousand wars that fertilizes itself in the roots of Russia,
youth in the city get less than dogs
have never had the chance to speak openly of their isolation,
ignorant gold that pierces through the blood of the white man’s hands
have placed a wall between what the youth is feeling,
belittled when they walk by a cop,
put down by society for they continue to imprison us in their thoughts,
fuck freud for we do not receive our pleasure by pushing each other down,
instinctively we are moving rocks,
avalanched snow and colorodo rocky waters
that flow through the veins of the American land