Why do barrio streets only have cholos and ancianos?
Why are barrio streets caked with brown skin, trabajos and pobrisitos?
Why do vatos in the pinta only paint poems with the aesthetics of their hood?
Is it cause everything a vato knows in the pinta he learned from his hood?
Is it cause the pinta vato never read too good, never dug on Milton & Hemingway?
Is it that poetic terms can not be blog linked to him so he can find his fancy voice?
Is it really just a list, lacking complex metaphors,
when to the pinta vato building bridges between memories
reconstructs a textual him he’s never known?
Is it really just a haphazardly thrown together pile of clichés,
when the pinta vato from within prison walls can reconstruct home?
To the pinta vato there is no such thing as language economy
No such thing as too long, too angry, too much,
No such thing as not smart enough, not read enough
There is no such thing as language economy,
when your whole life no one has ever let you speak
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