80’s Sur Gaye, California

© 2022 by Melisa Puga [Excerpt]

I am from hot concrete and graffiti walls.

A place where the taquerias, liquor stores and botanicas

abound along with melanin and generational trauma.

I am from The City of Azaleas.

A place where electrical transmission towers line the way

down Southern Ave to the LA River made of concrete.

Not a lot of nature for a place that adopted a flower as their symbol.

Did you know that Azaleas are poisonous?

Just like family secrets.

I am from a place that starts to vibrate early on Saturday

mornings with different types of music that echo loudly out of

homes, cars, and tienditas all weekend.

Play that music loud, it helps curate the illusion of

happiness that will power us through the weekend and late-

night festivities.

From SELA Narrative Poetry Zine  Vol. 1

Emerging Poets / Nuevos Poetas

Palabra de South Gate & Huntington Park  Fall’22/Winter ’23

https://www.lapoetsociety. org/

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