“...My father, degreed and educated
in Luzon was just another cow to be punched around,
each day I could tell when he came home
another man mad fun of his tongue, it just wouldn’t
go the right way today, or yesterday, or tomorrow.
Few and fine and park and pickle and five and fuck,
they were only words but they meant the difference
between not good and never good enough in America.”
— Dec 27, 2018 11:57PM
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