What If You Weren’t Privileged?

The lingering fumes of my neighbors garbage.  Burns alongside the road.  Waking me to another morn.  Another day.  Oh hoping.  And praying. And I sit.  Knees strong on the dust before me. First thing.  Like Abuela taught me. Praying to a God I don’t know. Nervously caressing the dangling emblem. Abuela gave me.  Strung around my […]

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