Expectations Poem by Celia AmanteaSchulz

A warm sunny bright fall day

Several years ago

I found myself

Joining a Literacy group

The parking lot was warm and inviting

and the air was fall.

I was looking for a replacement for you.

Maybe a Latino man would be my

tutoring match.


I found a dark skinned Chicano

Just down the street.

A tenant of the duplex I just bought.

He is Jose...he isn't you.

The difference is...

You still inspire me.

I have Joe.

I want respect from you.


Why do I feel I need to meet your expectations?

When do I give up the game?

N-E-V-E-R


You can't be replaced.