Rinconcito is a special “little corner” in Somos en escrito for short writings: a single poem, a short story, a memoir, flash fiction, and the like.
By Bianca Paz
In my backyard is a fence, It divides mothers from children, It divides the collective art form of society, It divides Mexico from US, It divides.
“They take away our jobs,” they say But when they are asked to clean the school hallways, “It is someone else’s job for lower pay.”
Land of the free But in order to flee, Take a number please, You are number one million, two hundred and six thousand, five hundred three.
You wait for years, but are still denied They don’t understand you just need a place to hide, but Unfortunately you have a cousin on red, white, and green’s lower south side.
All you want is a better, Life Without guns yelling outside your front door, Without murders and neighbors being turned into whores, Without the constant suffocation of this drug war.
In my backyard is a fence, It divides mothers from children, It divides the collective art form of society, It divides Mexico from US, It divides. Life from death.
But they will not let you cross to, Live.
Bianca Paz, who grew up in Brownsville, Texas, is enrolled at Concordia University, Austin, Texas, toward a major in communications and a minor in writing, which includes both non-fiction and fiction stories and poems. She is Editor-in-Chief of the school’s student magazine, “The Spin.”
El Rinconcito, the little corner, is a special niche in Somos en escrito for short literary works: single poems, essays, short stories, flash fiction, young writers, and the like. Submit manuscripts to email@example.com.