Poem Of The Week: Invisibility

A nice little poem by Renato Rosaldo that hits on the ordinary/legendary theme I’ve been hitting on with this A-Rod stuff lately:

We celebrate their days,
eat hot dogs, love baseball,
but they say we were born to weed,
change diapers, carry crates in the grey of dawn
while they sleep. Awake, they look at us without seeing.

We see ourselves clearly, know ourselves
precisely, without parades and picnics.
To survive, we must.

I’m one of the invisible living among the notable.
Day after day I hear doors shut,
stumble over slurs, and bump into the man
who nods yes, yes, but isn’t listening.

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