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
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?
You can't be replaced.
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