F is for American Futbol

American Futbol

for the neighbor boys

My mother comes from the fields
Mexico, America, California, I don’t know
These are borders drawn by men
like lines between each farmers field
she says some fences ‘round houses here
are bigger than the borders wall
Me, I’m from here. America
Bristow, California- the county hospital
I know because the certificate on the wall
my mother framed it, hung it there
it’s why she makes me go to school
but all I want to do is play
every chance I get I take the futbol out
bounce, bounce bounce
dribbling between my knees
kick, kick, kick
off the fence between 13th streets tag
and the broken board (don’t tell mama or the landlord)
left right left right
dodging imaginary players
I am Barcelona and they are Liverpool
I plan and I practice and I make the team
a teacher has to call mama to explain
it could mean more than playing ball
money for college and now she cares
study study when the sun goes down
my boy, my son, american college educated
she picks berries in the summer, grapes in the fall
and cleans what she can in the winter to have a job
I have to read the forms to her
that’s how I learned to read Espanol
and so the idea of mes babe en Universitie de American
makes her beam with pride
all I want to do is play for Barcelona
but playing american futbol in university
that might be something too

For the month of April I’ve committed to writing 26 poems, falling into the Alphabet.  To learn more about my project, check out my introduction.  To learn more about the A-to-Z Challenge visit www.a-to-zchallenge.com.

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