face the dream. when you finally make it to college and realize
that nobody else in your family made it to college
but nobody in your familia has been helping you with your education
for years now.
my father had a 6th grade education
and he left me with my mother and showed up every now and again
my mother had a 3rd grade education
both from mexico. they must have fallen in love
over too many michelob draft beers down on first street
before it was
the zone of gente fication and gentrification
back when the sound on the brick walls were mostly norten~as
back before starbucks or mcdonalds were talking over
everybody’s diabetes intake
neither had enough education
to tell me what i should or shouldnt do
maybe my father was a mexican ghost
caught inside drunken landscapes
waiting to find
i couldn’t get an education with this .
how could i know what type of education was
in front of me.
but somehow i dove into this barrio college wormhole