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Jose Padua: Puñeta

Mother, you were the history
that never made the books,
the woman who fed us
chicken flavored with garlic
and ginger, sweet pork with
soy sauce and rice on
a plain white dinner plate,
the woman who dressed us
to smile, to praise, give thanks
like every day was church,
but only so long as
we were allowed
to stand tall and look
these motherfuckers
in the face,
which years later I learned
is how you translate
the word
puñeta
into English
for a clown.


Copyright 2022 Jose Padua

Mom at the wheel, Impala (photo by Jose Padua)

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This entry was posted on May 7, 2022 by in Humor and Satire, Poetry, Social Justice and tagged , , .

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