Waiting Again, Los Angeles

We wait and we wait and we wait. Patiently. Lovingly. Anguished.

We wait for our schools to be safe,

For our streets to be cleaned,
For our vecindades to have jobs,
And we wait for our kids to walk through these spaces without being criminalized.

We wait for our neighbors to stop leering at us,

For their dogs to stop barking at us,
For them to stop calling the police on our tios,
And we wait for them to stop acting as if we entered their havens.

We wait for our landlords to answer our calls,

For our faucets to have clean water,
For our rent to be stabilized,
And we wait for our roofs to stop caving in on us every time it rains.

We wait for our clinics to admit us without discriminating us,

For our doctors to work with us instead of just getting rid of us,
For our ‘coverage’ to stay put without our having to reapply,
And we wait for healthcare that isn’t based on our (in)ability to pay.

We wait for our jobs to pay livable wages,

For our coworkers to stop bullying us,
For our interviewers to stop merely using our names,
And we wait to work for our communities rather than just for the owners in our communities.

We also wait for these billionaires to stop bloating our veins,

For our ‘checks and balances’ to check and balance the ‘foundations’,
For our greatest pollutants, the GMs and the Exxon Mobiles, to be reined in,
And we wait for ‘officials’ who don’t call for these things only when it’s election season.

Finally, we wait for the courts to stop feeding on our vulnerability as these other waits manifest,

For any assistance in our resistance through these struggles to view us as partners rather than helpless,

We wait another way of life to finally arrive,

And we wait for it to stop being too late for another one of our babies.

Patiently. Lovingly. Anguished.

But the past has yet to die.

When is it time, Los Angeles.

J.T.

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AT LONG LAST LOS ANGELES.
J.T.