baca

and you go fuck yourself
dry eye days,
here I come,
giving you a Chciano monsoon season,
here comes this Chicano cry baby,
flooding prison walls,
my children's bedrooms,
splashing and tear slinging
tears up on my ankles,
planting rice and corn and beans
in fields glimmering with my tears,
and all you dry skinned nut-cracking ball whackers,
don't want to get your killer bone-breaking boots wet,
step aside,
because I'm bring you rain.

Baca, Jimmy Santiago. "Crying Poem."