Discrimination like all forms of abuse leaves
its own scars and that's what this entire piece is about.
The Life of an
Immigrant
This
is that other kind of tale that
the clink of jailhouse bars has told me,
the cold breeze on my feet, the throbbing,
the hellish nights spent on concrete floors
for days until the day the lock comes off,
the chains come off and you look upon
the face that frees you, this face that laughs
a laugh that mocks your disheveled state,
your questions, a face that reminds you
of the only answer that remains,
“Negros are never welcome here.”
the clink of jailhouse bars has told me,
the cold breeze on my feet, the throbbing,
the hellish nights spent on concrete floors
for days until the day the lock comes off,
the chains come off and you look upon
the face that frees you, this face that laughs
a laugh that mocks your disheveled state,
your questions, a face that reminds you
of the only answer that remains,
“Negros are never welcome here.”
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