April 6, 2015

Love Poem for My People

Do not let artificial lamps
make strange shadows out of you
Do not dream
if you want your dreams
to come true
You knew how to sing
before you was issued a birth certificate
Turn off the stereo
this country gave you
it is out of order
Your breath is your promised land
If you want to feel very rich
look at your hands
that is where
the definition of magic
is located at

~Pedro Pietri

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