Mi Viejo, a poem.

He goes to a foreign land with dreams in his hands

He set them down to work for the white man

He builds the houses he is not allowed in

He cooks the foods he can’t indulge in

He’s working dia y noche sin horarios

Apa dice que todo lo que sea necesario

And my hunger grows with the pain of mi viejo’s back, with the many cracks in his hands, with the sad look in his eyes, slowly losing sight of the loving man he once was

Now he only wants to go back, back to a now foreign land that spit him out into another broken promise land 

Mi viejo has finally grown tired, tired of a life he only survived in