Driving
I look out, seeing LA

Neighborhoods sitting under

Endlessly blinding bright blue skies

That seem to stretch for eternity

Do they too know the struggle?
That happens in schools, invisible to the naked eye

Unknowingly, little boys and girls
Fill their plastic school chairs
Thinking that they are all the same

Do they too know the struggle?
The invisible fight
That happens underneath the quickest feet

The eternity is blissful, but
Bright blue skies are Suffocating

Do they see it too?

Every year, they would say

“You can be anything”

We do what they ask
We succeed
The impossible is possible

Being at the top makes one feel

Exceptionally small

As you look around
And see you are the only one there

With deep brown Spanish eyes

I know

The struggle is not over

But do they?