Sarah Gonzales.
"My Father and I."
"My father, battle scars decades long
stretch across his brown skin.
He used to always grab me by the arm, whispering 'education.'
At 15, he was king of the barrio in San Antonio,
ruling the streets with fists and fear.
50 years later, they still bow to him.
When we go there, he points out dilapidated buildings,
bustling avenidas, and unchanged bus lines
that mark his memories like he marked those territories.
Stories like lectures to form me,
but in college, I schooled the poli sci professor
on the politics of a cease fire.
See, even the streets whisper 'education.'"
Sarah Gonzales.