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Hispanic Panic

When I go outside and see the homeless, I see one thing,
There are no homeless Hispanics and yet, 
There is a Hispanic Panic amongst those who are paranoid

From the abuelitas selling taquitos to artists hawking cartoon portraits, street vendors were hustling long before the pandemic. But they are being forced to adjust even more due to the downturn caused by COVID-19.

Mexican merchants are struggling to keep their
Food Truck small businesses, LA Street Vendor’s, are not pan-handlers
For goodness’ sake, buy KEEP-SAKES!

In an era where more of our workforce is in the informal economy with zero protections and safety nets for emergencies 
LA Street Vendor Campaign demonstrates how local solutions 
can scale up and reach thousands of precarious workers 
across Los Angeles and beyond.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Tor Avatar
June 14, 2023 at 7:53 AM
Anaya thank you for giving a voice to their Plight. I support what you say and would gladly buy their goods and support their businesses. God bless you for your kind heart in recognizing their heartfelt situations there...
Tor Avatar
June 14, 2023 at 7:55 AM
Vayas Con Dios...
McBride  Avatar
May 20, 2023 at 7:26 AM
What a picture with the girl on the bike, I hope they can find relief, and praying for their government in Mexico as well, I was down there recently on vacation and met some amazing, loving, welcoming people. This one lady cracked me up , I asked for directions to a place and it had tape across it's path, construction going on, I say can I go, she got the biggest smile and laugh,she said we cross your border , just wanted to give her a big hug,
Anaya Avatar
May 20, 2023 at 9:32 AM
That is such a sweet story, Stephan. How exciting a vacation to Mexico, I really hope you enjoyed it. There is so much wrong with Mexico, as we know, just recently, the cartel has kidnapped many of the immigrants at the border, they are ruthless Stephan, but I'm happy to hear that you discovered something precious there! Xhugsx :)
Hind Avatar
May 18, 2023 at 10:02 AM
Such a shame. I love their food benders, lol...they are working an honest job and these people being paranoid need to get a life.
Anaya Avatar
May 18, 2023 at 12:53 PM
So do I Paige! You saw that aye? Lol, pretty sure we can all agree on that! Thank you, for your visit ~ xhugsx
Woodrow Avatar
May 17, 2023 at 9:53 PM
I love the food trucks coz they have the tastiest foods for half the price and it’s sad when people begrudge them trying to make an honest living… i got into an argument once over this so perhaps i will make it a poem :)
Anaya Avatar
May 18, 2023 at 8:00 AM
It's true Susan, I have my favorites. Good idea! It's nice to see poets writing about awareness. It's nice to see you Susan! Hugs~Anaya
Buhagiar Avatar
May 17, 2023 at 1:54 AM
I wonder how you are going to end your poem. We have street vendors in Malta but only once a week.
Anaya Avatar
May 17, 2023 at 7:45 AM
White people make up 79 percent of the unsheltered homeless. Immigrants have helped any number of service industries grow and flourish, filling essential roles at every occupational level, from picking crops to repairing houses, and have reduced shortages in medical and health care professions: 28% of the nation’s physicians and surgeons and 16% of the registered nurses are immigrants.
Goff Avatar
May 16, 2023 at 10:23 PM
Thanks for awareness Anaya! Good work!
Anaya Avatar
May 17, 2023 at 7:48 AM
Thank you, James! I am honored by your encouragement. Your poetry is beautiful. Have a nice day!
Anaya Avatar
May 16, 2023 at 5:19 PM
For Mother's Day, I bought a shirt that says: "Ex-Chola Don’t make me come out of retirement" ;)
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