Reyes Cardenas’ “I Was Never A Militant Chicano”

A very cool performance of the classic poem found HERE.

Published in: on August 26, 2008 at 6:41 pm Leave a Comment
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The Clinic

Una serenata plays before she gets there
an accordion accompanies the words Yo no quiero nada

businessmen and young girls wait at bus stops
dayworkers pray and write letters in their heads at W. Martin, Salinas, and Frio St.

The Appraisal District and jail are death-rattles
in the steam of a July rain

and in a small cluttered office nearby
old fruit stinks up the corners

as an economist sniffs Good Will thongs
his cleaning woman wears a loose brassiere and shakes her head

At the doorway, a gringo with an eye patch says, spare a dime
still walking, she lies, I don’t have any cash on me

Published in: on July 8, 2008 at 11:59 am Leave a Comment
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Mexican-American

In July 1846
Many Mexicans drowned themselves in the Rio Grande

They had been terrorized by gringo war volunteers
who desecrated their churches
and burned their homes

This was about land of course
and in a letter to Julia Dent
General Grant wrote of the war volunteers:

How much they seem to enjoy acts of violence
I would not pretend to guess the number of murders
that have been committed

The number would startle you

Published in: on June 22, 2008 at 8:18 pm Leave a Comment
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