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Roland Johnson

I remember when I met you.

I didn’t like you.

Obnoxious,

Loud,

Overconfident

Thinking you can beat anyone in a fight

Yet you run away laughing when challenged

Then one day,

I was passing by

And saw you confronted by a group of four.

I hid myself observing.

I remember what they told you

“You’ll never be a ‘Real Mexican’”

I saw that look in your eyes.

I know it all too well.

But you,

Being

Obnoxious,

Loud,

Overconfident

Shouted

“That’s right! I’m more than that! I’m Black-xican!”

They didn’t know what to say.

They winched

And walked away.

From the distance I smiled.

The next I saw you

You shouted you can beat my ass

I just laughed.

“I think I’d rather fight with you instead, Roland.

We’re Mexicans.

We have each other”

You had nothing clever to say..

We became friends.

The boys and I accepted you.

Taught you every curse word in Spanish

From puto,

Carbon,

Guey,,

Pendejo

And to anyone who dared make a racist remark,

We made damn sure they never got away with it.

You were one of us;

Bastard Sons of Arvin

Raised by dysfunctional families,

Broken homes,

Some of our parents didn’t care if we came home late or not at all

Some of our parents were all in one

Playing the role of two.

Some of us didn’t have parents

We had to be our own

For our siblings.

But we had each other.

We always had each other.

In the spring of 2019,

A man was found dead following a shooting.

He left behind a family

Of two beautiful children

And a woman who loved him

Tolerated him

As much as we did.

I remember Spider-Man was your favorite superhero.

I wonder if you knew who Miles Morales was

And saw yourself in him.

Did you know Mexico’s second president was black?

Vicente Guerrero.

And the first thing he did in office was abolish slavery.

Thirty three years before Lincoln singed the emancipation proclamation.

I never told you this,

But I once got into a fight with someone over their use of that word.

I was looking for the teacher to sign my progress report.

Another boy called me names.

And I told him “Watch it, fat boy, I don’t play games”

He then goes “Why you tryin’ to talk like a _____?”

I felt my entire being set on fire

Glared at him

“What did you say?”

He tiled his head back

Widening his ugly smirk

“Why you trying to talk like a-“

. . . . .

I got suspended for three days.

The next I saw him in class,

He never talked to me.

Never looked at me.

Roland Johnson,.

You’re one of us.

- Jack Calavera

Roland Johnson

I remember when I met you.

I didn’t like you.

Obnoxious,

Loud,

Overconfident

Thinking you can beat anyone in a fight

Yet you run away laughing when challenged

Then one day,

I was passing by

And saw you confronted by a group of four.

I hid myself observing.

I remember what they told you

“You’ll never be a ‘Real Mexican’”

I saw that look in your eyes.

I know it all too well.

But you,

Being

Obnoxious,

Loud,

Overconfident

Shouted

“That’s right! I’m more than that! I’m Black-xican!”

They didn’t know what to say.

They winched

And walked away.

From the distance I smiled.

The next I saw you

You shouted you can beat my ass

I just laughed.

“I think I’d rather fight with you instead, Roland.

We’re Mexicans.

We have each other”

You had nothing clever to say..

We became friends.

The boys and I accepted you.

Taught you every curse word in Spanish

From puto,

Carbon,

Guey,,

Pendejo

And to anyone who dared make a racist remark,

We made damn sure they never got away with it.

You were one of us;

Bastard Sons of Arvin

Raised by dysfunctional families,

Broken homes,

Some of our parents didn’t care if we came home late or not at all

Some of our parents were all in one

Playing the role of two.

Some of us didn’t have parents

We had to be our own

For our siblings.

But we had each other.

We always had each other.

In the spring of 2019,

A man was found dead following a shooting.

He left behind a family

Of two beautiful children

And a woman who loved him

Tolerated him

As much as we did.

I remember Spider-Man was your favorite superhero.

I wonder if you knew who Miles Morales was

And saw yourself in him.

Did you know Mexico’s second president was black?

Vicente Guerrero.

And the first thing he did in office was abolish slavery.

Thirty three years before Lincoln singed the emancipation proclamation.

I never told you this,

But I once got into a fight with someone over their use of that word.

I was looking for the teacher to sign my progress report.

Another boy called me names.

And I told him “Watch it, fat boy, I don’t play games”

He then goes “Why you tryin’ to talk like a _____?”

I felt my entire being set on fire

Glared at him

“What did you say?”

He tiled his head back

Widening his ugly smirk

“Why you trying to talk like a-“

. . . . .

I got suspended for three days.

The next I saw him in class,

He never talked to me.

Never looked at me.

Roland Johnson,.

You’re one of us.

- Jack Calavera

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