The author

(2009)

Imagine something you can’t see Imagine Me I’m not a woman nor a man I’m not black, nor white or beige not better than you or any other human I am not a learner nor a pursuer; knowledge is my addiction. pursuing is my conviction. I express I don’t impress I seek to understand not to be understood I always question and did I mention that I listen to all vision?

Imagine something you can’t see Imagine Me I hold the cradle that held you when you couldn’t babble a word or two but remember I’m not a man nor a woman I’m not black, nor white or beige not better than you or any other human. I seek to understand: why you call your MOTHERland? but when you have that love atop you call yourself a PATriot?

Imagine something you can’t see Imagine Me I come to America like all others came before to enjoy the land of the free and forget the home of the sore and when I come I wonder why words start running dry they have no significance they lost importance they start to contract diffract and then they crack it’s all just a social artifact. Remember I’m not a man nor a woman I’m not black, nor white or beige not better than you or any other human. So who am I? I can say a woman when I am a man my words cannot tell unless I misspell but even so I remain unknown.

Imagine something you can’t see Imagine Me I am my poetry My poetry alone and I know you want to judge me but you just cant see my skin tone it frustrates you this baffling unknown. But, forget about me Imagine poetry its accession to a nation how much depression aggressive repression and heavy oppression it can question yet am I, the author, ready to fight already? do I have a resolution to stand up for the right revolution? Remember I’m not a man nor a woman I’m not black, nor white or beige not better than you or any other human.