In the seventh grade in 1968,
playing football on the school playground
I heard that
Martin Luther King Jr.
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It started in 1949, when my oldest brother
came home from school
in Racine, Wisconsin
after flunking kindergarten
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a Korean woman
had been sitting
in my cultural awareness class,
for an hour,
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Father’s Day Poem
My children are old enough
to know it is Father Day
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My father proudly showed me
his new birth certificate
that had our last name Mireles
spelled with a “z”
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My youngest son asked me this as we were
laying around arguing whether I was going to read more than one book or not…
will grandma Mickey’s hair still be white, when we are in heaven?
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My right big toe
has been black and blue
since the time
old Benny Navarro
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I arrived late
to the mind’s eye
poetry group meeting
and I interrupted a critique of a prose poem
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I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
the home of the slaves
and the land of no freedom
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When I was asked what my favorite body part is?
It was not the kind of question
I get asked every day
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