lunch hesitation
one year from Africa, lost
in linguistic haze
night in confession
one year from Spain, llevame
atrás, where heart rests
lost in translation
his understanding, my words
we compromise fear
it rests behind tongues
from mother countries, our own
till we can spit truth
let us excavate
set our syllables free, give
wings to our words
list of excuses
ribboned present presented
mail-ready, pre-sent
in the hands of god
swirling death surrounding me
don’t want to hear it
how do i work through
stress, grief, everyday mountains,
but you’re not able?
i see days through tears
gather up my girls in hugs
can’t you find your joy?
peace comes with jobs done
satisfaction of success
unwrap your conscience
just one mile walk home
to car-shop drop-off frenzy
begin evening stress
science fair project
won’t keep quiet on my mind
leaves alleviate
no avocados?
two wheels, backpacked ride to store
guacamole dreams
oldest cycles home
begins three-shower cycle
all by six-forty
spicy tacos rest
on spicy dream-home dispute
taste still in my mouth
all ’cause he worked late
foreshadowing our future:
crap hours, low pay
sacrifice my peace
for shut-in civility?
i’d rather be poor
rich are days with him
those hours in his absence?
a chronic longing
even the girls cry
as they will with no ‘good nights’
tears don’t buy us time
the two-income trap
snagging our life with more debt
all for image, greed
just one mile walk back
where refugee students wait,
offer perspective
bag on, keys in hand
lights still off, door prop broken
they wait for me here
never a moment
to take a breath or a rest
once here? i breathe them
spinning hat cycle
switch styles: students, admin
teach, plan, grade, succumb
bag down, keys waiting
lights come on, i work past dark
they wait for me there
somewhere in between
i put on the mama hat
dinner, bed cuddling
i dream of yoga
breathing in, out, stretching soul
hats off, i breathe them
poorly-worded goal
provided by school district
let’s confuse students
find main idea,
three facts, underlying themes
cite text evidence
even in haiku
i clarify what they can’t
why are they in charge?
come home to harsh truths:
charter school rules, union blues
paradox, my life
my new objective:
theme that saves main idea
minus the details
(life is a challenge
of unplugged net books, low pay;
cite love to survive)
one outlandish class
topped with broken promises
bring me my weekend
start and end with work
how ungodly my Sunday
blessings everywhere
painted face friends grin
i enjoy two thirds of joy
my kids everywhere
from Iraq, Burma
Eritrea, refugees
whose faces aren’t here
i guide them with words
never as harsh as a mom
because they’ve suffered
my girls? only joy
bestowed on Americans
with rich white privilege
no way to explain
my work-fair-filled church-less day
may God bless us all
world of escape
found with taste of native tongue
were they even trapped?
you demand rigor
i serve it up, fully cooked
and yet, i get baked
i prefer full bites
not watered-down salt swallows
burnt ineptitude
i’d make an omelette
or black brownies you’ve turned down
but why waste the taste?
full on tongue, this love
so salt-sweet you’d live for it
as i do for them
but, let’s have plain eggs.
brownies too dark for breakfast?
how fast you break me
environs burning
a newly bright beginning
but are you two-faced?
will you sell my soul for yours?
beautiful, that face of yours
my girl as witness
to the only one i trust
how she knows my heart
i stand in ashes
created by betrayal
all the years back, us
how you’d turn that pretty face
and become the enemy
but leaves are falling
and i crunch my way back home
you’ll never hear it
half-circle of chairs
watching dog-walkers pass by
we munch our minions
share the glory of our days
glory be home to our days
to be number one
it takes a community
not a dictator
it’s all in the scores
that bring you to beg for wealth
what about teachers?
did you ever think
that if you led us higher
we could climb mountains?
success is not wealth
it’s not wrapped in white ribbon
it’s inside our kids
and who holds the key
the one that unlocks their tale?
teachers led by you
step down, open doors:
your choice will make or break us
break us, then break them
to be number one
you have to love all colors
and see beyond scores
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