Sudden knocking in the middle of the night on the battered door of the taped together 1970 Ford Station Wagon. Lights shining through the window, so much harsher than usual against the darkness that blanketed the area where the car was parked.

At Herbert Circle the view reaches from Eastside to San Pedro, from the Chicano Alps to shores of the North Pacific.

People hurry here from carne asada and weenie grills to huddle in the middle of the street.

To seize from the holiday a way of seeing themselves in their own light.

In anticipation for darkness to come rushing, for the show to begin,

I was early to stand among the crowd.

Following the first explosion from an artillery shell others take flight.

In an instant, night is set on fire.

A day they will mark my life.

When people, when they come to hte United States, they right away identify as Americans. They forget about their own culture, they forget about their own families. And some of our family members need support from the family.

And some can actually fit in these USA society. They happen to be people who humiliate anyone. Without knowing that they themselves can also be facing difficult times.

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Hoarding Mama Earth

 A WeSearch Release & Demand for Radical Redistribution to build Homefulness #2  by Formerly homeless Youth & Family Poverty Skolaz at POOR Magazine/Deecolonize Academy

WeSearch def: Poor People-led Research- a POOR Magazine project

Dear Babies,

Un Poema Para Luis-A Poem for Luis
(Español debajo)

The Streets have so many colors
the colors have so many memories
memories of streets you are no longer on-
but wish you could be

The color of people who are no longer there
who we wish we could see
because they were removed by people  who were scared
of what they could not contain, incarcerate or bear

19th & shotwell are two of those streets
who meet inside of so much grief