El Hombre de la Tierra


The following is based off of an interaction during a trip to an Esperanza Clinic in Tijuana, Mexico. As one of the sisters talked about the mission of the clinic, the rest of the group looked at the dump from afar. A man climbed out of the wreckage of human waste and garbage and walked past our group. I immediately wrote a poem in response to this experience.


A form appeared from la tierra

Un hombre

Covered head to toe

In the sweat and the dirt

Of the Tijuana dump


As we stood and beheld

The world around us

He lived it


He sat in it


His perro sat in it, too


As the sister of the clinic

continued to discuss



Drug Abuse,

El hombre de la tierra approached me


He reached for me


La mano


Without a second thought

I extended my hand to him

My porcelain skin met his chalky palms


I was so embarrassed.




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