Roaches, white walls, beige carpet

Thick city-grime windows – complete

Pobre Chicano dwelling

Cynically houses good-bye dreams

Bikini clad daisy girls

Living silly on island sand

Blink, awake to fractured streets

Shattered glass-crusted asphalt

Battle chica’s sandaled feet

Bamboo walled suite is calling

Bubble bath fit for a queen

Can’t turn the white girl faucet

Blistered palms can’t ever squeeze

East L.A. jails and suppresses

Chica’s  freedom loving mind

Go to magical island realm

When welfare lights are off