Illegal money that pays legal taxes,
Funding the schools, fixing the roads,
Providing healthcare.
They relished in the benefits, but hated
How it was made.
They put up a front, lying to the country about
the dangers of our livelihood;
It was similar, yet more dangerous, to the way
families in my county put up
storefronts to hide their farms.
This had harmful consequences.
Fall was the busy season; fourteen hour days
and fourteen hour nights.
It is long, but it must be done.
And illegal draws in illegal.
But how can a person be illegal?
And how can working for your
Family be
Illegal?
My biggest secret was my entire life;
Everything I new must be hidden
Even if it was not my secret to hide.
Where I come from, being honest could a character
Flaw;
Dangerous to those you loved.
It meant that there was a possibility
You would say the right thing to the wrong person
And suddenly,
As if in the blink of an eye,
Someone you knew could be
Gone.
It was for this same reason I
Was scared of Helicopters.
I told people it was because I was scared of heights
(this was both a truth and a lie)
But really, it was because helicopters meant
They were
Searching
Searching for what?
For family, my family.
To take them
away
But now things have changed.
The sounds of helicopters no longer scared me;
I knew that all the necessary ducks were in a row
The necessary paperwork filled and signed.
For most everyone else, the fear was gone, too.
Now, when the cops come looking for someone, you are complicit
“They are on that side of the fork”, you say.
It sucks, but you have kids to feed, payments to make.
But what about those who are still being punished for
Doing something to feed their kids.
That thought is always in the back of your mind.
You can’t help but think of those you know who
Have been to prison before, but are now
being featured on national television
For the same reason as their incarceration.
You tell yourself there’s nothing you can do, but again,
You are being complicit.
You’re accepted by the Man, but at what cost?
Your privilege is heavy, almost like the soil
You carry daily, but you tell yourself it’s the cost of the job.
Yet, you ask again, is the cost worth it?
Review:
Dear Julia Alvarez,
Like you, identity is important to me, but it can also be easily changed by an outside power. My community’s acceptance in the eyes of different individuals has shifted my identity and made me more aware of my privilege. I know that because I am white, and I grew up is predominantly white community, the legalization of the marajauna based economy that I grew up in had more of a positive impact on my life than it would have if we were not white. This is a reflection of my privilege. This is similar to the privilege that I think you hinted at feeling as a young girl in Queens. The privilege of being accepted when you weren’t previously, while witnessing those in the position you were in not long ago still being viewed in a negative light. Your poem inspired me to write about my own experience with gaining a certain privilege that I had not previously had, or at least not been aware of, and how that affected me.
In your poem “Queens, 1963”, you briefly talked about the “before” side of acceptance. I found this to be something I could resonate with. Because of this, I focused my poem on the “before” and only briefly touching on the “after”. Most of what I know, or rather knew, falls in the “before”, which is why I made this choice, as well. In a way, it contrasts your poem.
I know that our poems are not obviously similar. They talk of different experiences. But that is okay. When I read your poem, it was not the words you wrote, but rather the feeling you created that stuck out to me. I think you were recreating the emotions you had during this time in your life, which you did with your words, and I think also with the use of free verse and the creation of similar line lengths. This is why I chose free verse as well, but also made it so the lines went from varying in size to being more uniform. It was meant to show the anxiety I felt growing up in the “before” and the sense of security I felt in the “after”. I wanted to try to replicate the feeling you created, despite having a different story to tell, with the use of free verse and line arrangement. I can only hope I was successful.
Sophia Wallace-Boyd