Where do i find a poem called politica racial or race politics by luis j rodriguez?website is needed:)?

please add a website or the whole poem and if you dont know dont waste my time. sorry but true:(

Here it is:

uwsp.edu/Education/pshaw/Portfolios/SARAH TIMM/SOE portfolio/poem.doc

If you don’t want to click the link and download it yourself, here’s the poem:

“‘Race’ Politics” by Luis J. Rodriguez
Carlson, Lori M. (ed) (1994) Cool Salsa. New York: Henry Holt and Company, Inc.

My brother and I
─shopping for la jefita—
decided to get the “good food”
over on the other side
Of the tracks.

We dared each other.
Laughed a little.
Thought about it.
Said, what’s the big deal.
Thought about that.
Decided we were men,
not boys.
Decided we should go wherever
we damn wanted to.

Oh, my brother—now he was bad.
Tough dude. Afraid of nothing.
I was afraid of him.

So there we go,
climbing over
the iron and wood ties,
over discarded sofas
and bent-up market carts,
over a weed-and-dirt road,
into a place called South Gate
─all white. All-American.

We entered the forbidden
narrow line of hate,
imposed,
transposed,
supposed,
a line of power/powerlessness
full of meaning,
meaning nothing—
those lines that crisscross
the abdomen of this land,
that strangle you
in your days, in your nights.
When you dream.
There we were, two Mexicans,
six and nine—from Watts, no less.
Oh, this was plenty reason
to hate us.

Plenty reason to run up behind us.
Five teenagers on bikes.
Plenty reason to knock
the groceries out from our arms—
a splattering heap of soup
cans, bread and candy.

Plenty reason to hold me down
on the hot asphalt; melted gum
and chips of broken
beer bottle on my lips and cheek.

Plenty reason to get my brother
by the throat, taking turns
punching him in the face,
cutting his lip,
punching, him vomiting.

Punching until swollen and dark blue
he slid from their grasp
like a rotten banana from its peeling.

When they had enough, they threw us back,
dirty and lacerated,
back to Watts, its towers shiny
across the orange-red sky.

My brother then forced me
to promise not to tell anybody
how he cried.
He forced me to swear to God,
to Jesus Christ, to our long-dead
Indian Grandmother—
keepers of our meddling souls.

Race Politics by Luis J. Rodriguez

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