This city

In this city between mountains

and rivers, the sun shines,

but not for everyone equally.

 

In this strange community

some live turning their backs

to what happens to the unequal. ​

 

When injustice stalks

some fall into their clutches

and live the consequences

because the injustice that is created here

does not fall on all evenly

she clings

to brown and black skin. ​

 

In this city we BEND

norms and expectations

to satisfy the greed

of skin without melanin.

 

In this community we exploit

the worker...

and even more so if they speak Spanish. ​

 

This injustice is not natural

It is created by the worst animal

the one who can harvest

for all humanity

but prefers to hide our mutual prosperity

and so he sacrifices 

everything that can free us. ​

 

In this city of clear skies

the breeze reaches our doors

It brings wealth to some of us,

to others it brings instability

because there are no steps

to rebuild hope

when the police are the ones they call

nor there is friendship

when they silence us. ​

 

In this city it is a luxury to have a home,

creating shelter is not welcome

we are expected to get to work

no matter where we sleep. ​

 

Here injustice is designed,

voted and approved

by those in power

that resist losing control

out of their hands

replicating the protocol

by their ancestors applied,

so as not to let go of the control

and look how it is affecting us!

That future that they are creating

it is not our, so we must gather our efforts

and build true community

with justice and peace in this city.

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Poem: This city

By: Joanne Mina