What is each stanza telling you?
5 We entered the forbidden
narrow line of hate,
imposed
transposed
supposed
a line of power powerlessness
full of meaning
meaning nothing -
those little lines that crisscross
the abdomen of this land
that strangle you
in your days, in your nights
When you dream
There we were two Mexicans
six and nine - from Watts, no less
On this was plenty reason
to hate us
6 Plenty reason to run up behind us