On the busA lady gets on the bus and sits across from meShe squints her eyes to blur the words I am wearing.tries to read my jacket with maliceIt reads P-E-R-UThen asks me where I workI say Chicano and American Indian Studies at the U of MShe says there are Chicanos here?I told her, all around you,asleep, awake, working.And we know where you liveI Wink at her and get off the bus.
This is GREAT! Remind me to forward you this awesome poem I know about a man from Nantucket!
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