RETURN JULY 2014
Every city I've traveled to,
the police are stopping me,searching me,
patting me down.
I will say this though.
Phoenix policemenhave the softest hands.
Tell you a bit about myself.
My mother's Yaqui Indian,my father's Zapotec Indian.
And because of that mixtureof cultures,
that intermingling ofindigenous bloodlines,
I stand here tonightlooking like Jackie Chan.
I'm always mistaken for
belonging toanother cultural group.
When I was born, my dad said,"Holy crap, we had a Korean."
Everywhere I go.
I worked Alaska,they treated me like family,
as if I was a long-lost brother.
After looking around,I understood.
I am pretty sure Eskimosare just freeze-dried Navajos.