August 2013

English, Man

English, man! Please!
Not broken fragments of a language
You’re not going to understand yourself
If I speak it to you
For I was there
With two fingers in the air and 3 to my grave
I spoke the words of your “Peacemaker”
I’ve spoken many languages over the years
But hid eyes behind a cactus on brown skin
Riding trails to keep a sundown ahead of a noose
Always seen as the Outlaw, though I fought
For your independence
And right to deny me of mine
Left now with no land
With walls and fences to keep me from calling anywhere home
Out on the range there is no border
But I was there before I was driven out
And stayed to be trapped in

—Javier Tovías

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