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In Memory of Alonzo

Yolanda Catzalco  |  Issue: November | December 2018

His name was Alonzo

Poor, African American in his 40s

He lived like the homeless

Sitting on bus stop in Bernal Heights

I would treat him to a coffee

He insisted on 6,7 pakcets of sugar

He told me to “Take care of your grandchildren,

Love them.”


In January, 2016

A friend of his told me

He died of liver or kidney failure

I had stopped buying his coffee

After I saw a homeless friend of our

Shooting him up with street drugs.

He was my friend, Alonzo was,

So is the homeless mutual friend


I have since found out

Sugar is bad for heart and liver.


May God bless the vulnerable, the disabled,

The elderly, the children

May everybody march so that

Government officials elected by the people

Provide for peoples’ needs.

Un Comentario | One Comment

  1. Estaba pensando y me di cuenta que murio en 2017 ya que yo ya no estaba trabajando en la guarderia y salia por la maniana a comprar el cafe, te. No es justo no pensar en los desamparados nomas porque usan drogas.Alonze died in 2017. I was thinking about it because that year and since election day, 2016 I haven’t worked and I had time to go buy some coffee, tea. I wrote the poem because I don’t think it’s right to not think about the homeless just because they use drugs.

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