Welfare splinters invaded my feet

I’m so hot and stubborn

No barrio zapatos for me  

Lead painted weathered porch

Once housed my childhood slivers

Barefooting cracked sidewalks – keep looking

Leaping to islands of shade

Elated with watered oasis

Even better – the daily dying of the sun

Cracked splintered and swollen little me

Loving East L.A. twilight jungle

I can smell the tacos, Tecate and unemployed

Washing my bad girl feet – quite thoroughly

Pobre ant-infested garden hose – you’re it

Mama, I need a towel! Mama, please now!

A bit of well deserved Mexican scolding

Adios, my Cholas, Chicanos and welfare winds

Inside to my beige and white welfare casa I go