Selling flowers oranges and Chiclets to commuters and by passers on freeways underpasses and off ramps ..to stairs glares and the eventual looks of disgust trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents like Tu Pac once discussed .the American dream we chasing and trying to collar ...but wait we are not Americans measured by the American yard stick ..because each and every day we wake to the slap in the face and the chorus of go back wetbacks while the hook ..the hook of honk honk and fumes ..sickens us further into the muck of being stuck one foot here the other there.... so we sit at the end of this road hopeful but knowing that its our children that wont have to eat fumes for breakfast lunch and dinner.
..a prayer goes out to those on them streets a prayer that you will and yous will achieve a dream but knowing it wont be the American one
Castaneda wrote this with Mexico in heart Phoenix and family in mind and the eastern Atlantic in body
("Agent orange" water color and ink 8" x 11" )
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