There are some days where I go outside
see the same two birds fight for something.
Some days it can be
a worm, a piece of bread, a stick.
At times the two birds remind me of
my parents arguing.
Sometimes the arguments are about
my father’s drinking problem,
my siblings causing problems
or at times, little random things.
Then these two birds remind me of
myself, arguing with my other side.
If I should do the right thing or be a daredevil
If I should
go right or left
ask myself again or just do it.
Just those two birds
bring up everything from my life.
But then what if those two birds
were showing their love for each other?
Reminds me of my parents
buying things for each other,
telling each other, “I love you.”
My father getting flowers for my mother,
my mother making his favorite dish.
They remind me of my life now
reaching to that person that needs my love,
sending a message in the morning,
“I hope you have a good day.”
Leading that person to the right path
walking with them to their destination.
Giving that person
a reason to believe
Citizen Illegal by poet Jose Olivarez
To be in the FBI