– After Sandra Cisneros’ You Bring
Out the Mexican in Me
You bring out the Freddy Krueger in me.
You make me scream at you
when you go in my room without permission
to borrow my Game Boy Advance bag.
To get back, I hide
your Nintendo Game Cube CD's
in the closet under
the wooden box.
You little weasel whose hair
You bring out the goblin in me
when you make dumb noises
with your mouth at the dinner table.
But, Rooster Head, sometimes you're nice.
You lend me money to buy
Sprite and chips, then say,
“You don't have to pay me back now.”
Other times you make me sneak
into your room and pretend to be a ghost.
I call your name in a low
Luther Burbank Middle School
Poetry in the Windows Youth Workshop
Instructor: Suzanne Lummis, poet