Tinted Window
His poems were about racism.
About the white man who wouldn't hire him
because he was a “dirty Mexican.”
My mind shivered in disgust.
In the end he said, “…and I thank my wife…”
He spotted her in the audience, nodded, and
smiled lovingly.
I immediately turned to look for the Hispanic
woman in the crowd.
Copyright © Scupper Navajo | Year Posted 2021
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