thou sayeth I ain’th a Xicano
in every stop in your language
thou ain’t
sayeth thou
What is then one to do
with the language wiring
which spreadeth itself like a posin ivy
down
my spiral spine.
Thou aren’th born in Califas but in Tijuas.
’tis true sayeth I.
That Tijuas saw to it fit to mother the I’eth
which constitueth
the I in me.
I then am an illegal alien in a spiritual body
which can not see beyond
its carnal knowledge.