I Walk Into Every Room and Yell Where the Mexicans At
i know we exist because of what we make. my dad works at a steel mill. he worked at a steel mill my whole life. at the party, the liberal white woman tells me she voted for hillary & wishes bernie won the nomination. i stare in the mirror if i get too lonely. thirsty to see myself i once walked into the lake until i almost drowned. the white woman at the party who might be liberal but might have voted for trump smiles when she tells me how lucky i am. how many automotive components do you think my dad has made. you might drive a car that goes and stops because of something my dad makes. when i watch the news i hear my name, but never see my face. every other commercial is for taco bell. all my people fold into a $2 crunchwrap supreme. the white woman means lucky to be here and not mexico. my dad sings por tu maldito amor & i’m sure he sings to america. y yo caí en tu trampa ilusionado. the white woman at the party who may or may not have voted for trump tells me she doesn't meet too many mexicans in this part of new york city. my mouth makes an oh, but i don't make a sound. a waiter pushes his brown self through the kitchen door carrying hors d’oeuvres. a song escapes through the swinging door. selena sings pero ay como me duele & the good white woman waits for me to thank her.
Copyright © 2017 by José Olivarez. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 1, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“I sometimes get invited to parties with people way above my tax bracket. At these parties, I am rarely the only Mexican person, but I am usually the only Mexican on the guest list. I wrote this poem while thinking about Mexican (in)visibility and the expected performance of gratitude.”
José Olivarez is a poet, educator, and performer from Chicago, Illinois. He is the author of Citizen Illegal (Haymarket Books, 2018), winner of the 2018 Chicago Review of Books Poetry Prize, and co-editor of the forthcoming BreakBeat Poets Vol 4: LatiNEXT. Olivarez is the recipient of fellowships from Poets House, The Bronx Council on the Arts, the Poetry Foundation, CantoMundo, and others. Winner of the first annual Author & Artist in Justice Award from the Phillips Brooks House Association, he is the cohost of the podcast The Poetry Gods and lives in New York City.
Date Published: 2017-12-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/i-walk-every-room-and-yell-where-mexicans