Pass or failBy Anthony "Glyph" Orozco The principals say I’m suspended a recommended 80 days say I should be ashamed say the teacher feared for her safety say I’m lucky none of the fists we threw or desks we flung landed on her as she jumped between us say how irresponsible it was for me to recruit Cesar, one of the few Mexicans who liked me, to jump this other kid. When they leave the room for a moment Cesar says he’s still high from smoking before the bus picked him up and I say yeah me too. After I lie I think about what the other kid said says my mother is like a brick says she gets laid by dirty Mexicans. I can hear mama leaving work breath short and quick perm tired keys jangling quick little steps on linoleum. When she comes into the office she is a special shade of red her brow tight her mouth a slit. They tell her everything about how they heard I attacked the kid on my own the day before they were actually calling my name on the PA system while Cesar and I turned first period English into a pig roast we have been reading Lord of the Flies. Mama listens without blinking. When they finish she asks them what they expect after not doing a thing after all the years in this school her son, everyday, gifted with new and exciting reasons to be ashamed of himself for things he can’t change says this shit would never slide if he was called nigger instead of wetback and beaner and all the other vile stuff I bring home like some mutated science fair project. They tell mama, who is not a wetback or a beaner or a mutated science fair project, they take bullying very seriously say I will have to go to a detention school called RESCUE say the only grade I can get are either a C or F I can only pass or fail no in between. She tells them her son didn’t pick this fight says he has to defend himself as long as they don’t. She snatches me out of the office through the school across the parking lot puts me in the car and says she loves me says I oughtta be ashamed of myself. Anthony "Glyph" Orozco, a Mexican American journalist, poet and performer in Reading, Pennsylvania, has reported on immigrants, Central Americans, Mexicans, first-generation Americans and Afro-Latinos in the Rust Belt for the last seven years. He is also a board member of the community arts group Barrio Alegría, where he leads a bilingual monthly poetry workshop. He hails from a mixed family in Cincinnati, Ohio. His mestizo father came to the U.S. from Chihuahua, Mexico, in the 1980s and his mother’s lineage is traced back to the original 13 colonies and Europe. In his poetry, Anthony examines his indigenous ancestry, bi-cultural identity and eclectic Latino communities.
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