IDENTITY 28
BY URIAH A. VARGAS
When my dad went in my mom
I was born in pieces,
not a whole lotta mutt,
but it’s a dog eat dog
world.
Mexican means dad,
Native means “bad.”
Expectations vs. rules.
But in a “bad” system
of O.D.O.C.
My mom was more prevalent
in a world of segregation and rules,
and my bro’s have my back.
But only I can pick my tools.
Life is work.
Thinking it’ll work itself out
is for fools.
So in a sense,
I’m 100%,
alone,
and whole,
in hope.
Thank you Mom and Dad. | UAV