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10/01/04 at 11:39:04 |
His Name Her father says thank you when she tells him she loves him. Too tired to be articulate, he mumbles when he speaks. Three shifts pain his legs, but his endless cool currents soothe the hot sands. His smile perfect, white, and straight. The one he wears for his troubled American kids. Home is seems haphazard just plain reckless. Adopted family Troubled immigrant kids whose lifestyles blame the lack of responsible adult figures early on. Mothers who berate too much or don¡¯t at all. Still he gets on his knees to scrub the tub with bleach because they forgot. Her father says thank you when she tells him she loves him. When they stop him at the airport his tired dark skin his purple lips try to explain for what purpose is he traveling. His crime. His name. Muhammad. Her best friend eyes her with a smile in Arabic class. The face with generous green eyes the kind that belong to compassionate grade school teachers. Can¡¯t imagine how even though her friend¡¯s father owned a gun and worshipped red, white, and blue it wasn¡¯t enough to prevent the neighbors in Flint from calling her a Jew. Many claim God, yet worship flags and political boundaries. But I thought that God created the heavens and the earth maybe even us all. ---------------------------------------- any comments or criticism is always welcolme. im trying to figure out how to use line breaks. yours, iffat € € € € |
10/01/04 at 11:43:38 |
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