Driving down Ocotillo Ave to work every morning
I pass by the barrio community center.
A place of pride in a little village within our city.
Can you see her standing there?
The school I work in is one block away from here.
Our school is predominately Hispanic, at risk, living at or below poverty level. Having worked there for several years,I love this community. The following poem by Abelardo Delgado gives a glimpse into the experience:
See that chicano with the big knife in his steady hand?
He doesn't want to knife you, he wants to sit on a bench and carve Christ figures.
but you won't let him.
Hear that chicano shouting curses on the street he is a poet
Without paper and pencil and since he can not write he will explode.
Remember that chicanito flunking math and english,
He is the picasso of your western states
but he will die
With one thousand masterpieces hanging only from his mind.