Poem: the little puerto rican girl

man holding girl while walking on street
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the little puerto rican girl

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 4, 2018–
springfield, ohio, usa


the little puerto rican girl
who made my heart whirl
is now a woman.

the squint of her d.w. eyes
like the memory of her hand in mine
these spin my corazón into a loving twirl.

where others merely walked, she strolls triumphant
she inhales the eastern sea
with wit and drive in her accomplishment.

and yes, I proudly know…
my little girl, this woman is better than I’ll ever be.


 

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Poem: the caravan

i stand with the caravan…


the caravan

by luis s. gonzález-acevedo

–december 1, 2018–
springfield, ohio, usa


the caravan is humanity
each migrant = a person
each person = a reflection of God’s divinity.

how quickly history is forgotten
untaught, conveniently ignored
delusions of self-grandeur misbegotten
a willed ignorance without reward.

the caravan was not born in 2018
Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador…
these poor victims are guilty of nothing
because the caravan was born on foreign shores.

migrations forced by corporations
and the selfish, imperial interventions
of a so-called developed nation.
hopefully, you remember now…

the political bill has reached the table
Lady Justice has served it: time to pay the debt
the history itemized is not a fable:
facts the God you say you serve will not forget.


but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” NRSV, Matthew 19:14