I read all those books in school I had to read because I didn’t have a television until I was ten and when I finally got one it was a black and white piece of shit, but it worked. I got a color one at 14 and it was like Christmas everyday. We lived in a four wall shack. I never had a room of my own sometimes I had to share my room with bichotes, Pimps and Prostitutas so we could make rent that month, which was cool because times were hard, but at least we were making rent, ya know.

All I could do at night was read and when I heard the sirens I would get my pencils and draw all the places my mind wanted to go. In my drawings I think I have traveled further than anyone but most of the time my stomach growled louder than my wildest imaginings.

MG Hardie

One Generation Away

I am one generation away.

One generation away from working in the fields for $6 a day.

One notion from being smuggled across the border in the back of a truck.

One meal away from always being hungry,

one action away from being beaten,

one decision from being hopeless,

one nation away from rumination.

I know what people call me. I know what they say,

but I have my arms outstretched on my journey to faith.

One generation away.

MG Hardie