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Borders | A Poem

Borders | A Poem

Borders by Theodore Richards   Far before I reach the border, Landscapes and languages begin to change. English is spoken only occasionally; In the dusty plains of southTexas— A place that prides itself on its Americanness, Not realizing That the Spanish-speaking...
My Little Brown Girl | A Poem

My Little Brown Girl | A Poem

  My Little Brown Girl | A Poem by Theodore Richards     My little brown, beautiful girl you do not see how cruel the world can be —I can see this in your smile. One day, they will try to tell you that you are not good enough, that your emotions cloud...