Название: They Call Me Güero
Автор: David Bowles
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Учебная литература
isbn: 9781947627277
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allowed to leave the borderlands—
made a limbo by the uncaring laws
of people a long way away who don’t know us,
a quarantine zone between white and brown.
I feel angry, just like my sister,
but I hold it tight inside.
We just don’t understand
why we have to prove every time
that we belong in our own country
where our mother gave birth to us.
Dad, like he can feel the bad vibes
coming from the back seat, tells us to chill.
“It won’t always be like this,” he says,
“but it’s up to us to make the change,
especially los jóvenes, you and your friends.
Eyes peeled. Stay frosty. Learn and teach the truth.
Right now? What matters is San Antonio.
We’ll take your mom shopping,
go swimming in the Texas-shaped pool,
and eat a big dinner at Tito’s.
Order anything you want.”
And he slides his favorite CD
into the battered radio. Los Tigres del Norte
start belting out “La Puerta Negra”—
“Pero ni la puerta ni cien candados
van a poder detenerme.”
Not the door. Not one hundred locks.
Ah, my dad. He always knows the right song.
OUR HOUSE
Our house wasn’t ready all at once.
Our house took years to grow,
like a Monterrey oak gone from acorn
to tall and broad and shady tree.
My parents saved for years,
bought a nice lot on the edge of town,
drew up the plans with Tío Mike.
One year the family poured the foundation,
then the next these concrete walls went up.
At last my father built a sturdy roof,
and in we moved,
finishing it room by room,
everyone lending a hand,
every spare penny spent
para hacernos un hogar—
a home that glows warm with love.
Now it’s like a bit of our souls
has fused with the block and wood.
I can’t imagine life without this place—
on these tiles I learned to walk.
Here are my height marks,
with fading dates,
higher and higher.
Oh, all the laughs and tears
we’ve shared at that table!
All the cool movies we’ve watched
sitting on that couch!
And here’s my room,
filled with all my favorite stuff,
sitting in the shade of the anacua tree
I once helped to plant.
A modest home, sure,
but inside its cozy walls we celebrate
all the riches that matter.
PULGA PANTOUM
Mom and I love to go to the pulga,
to get lost in the crowd that flows
between all the busy stalls,
drawn to colors, sounds, and smells.
To get lost in the crowd. That flows
from our instincts, I bet. Humans are
drawn to colors, sounds, and smells
like a swarm of bees to blooming flowers.
From our instincts, I bet humans are
happiest together. Bulging bags in hand,
like a swarm of bees to blooming flowers,
people meet for friendly haggling.
Happiest together, bulging bags in hand—
Mom and I love to go to the pulga!
People meet for friendly haggling
between all the busy stalls.
FINGERS & KEYS
My mom’s the organist
for our parish—
One of the last, she says.
When I was little, she taught me to play
on a worn-out old upright
that stands in a corner
of our dining room,
holding up family photos.
Even though I’m twelve now,
when I sit down to practice,
laying my hands
upon the keys,
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