While doing research to gather recordings from poets protesting the New Arizona immigration law, this scenario kept on twirling in my head. So I had to write down. Here it is.
Brothers
The mirror
of your sunglasses
reflects
a picture
of me.
It does not
match
what I see
every morning
when I brush
my teeth.
As you look
at me,
I stare back
and see
what you see.
You see
someone who is
not
like
you.
You see
a thief
of the life
you think
you own.
Yet
I share
more
with you
than
you wish
to see,
Officer Sanchez
