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The english version of this poem has disappeared, an audio version in Italian can be found above and the written version of the poem in Italian can be found HERE.
English-language poetry by this poet can be found HERE.
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
Good poem. I enjoyed reading it
Thank you for your feed back, so glad you like it!
Anna, I enjoyed reading the poem and ESPECIALLY like hearing your voice. There were two phrases that I didn’t quite understand–but I’m slow to “catch on” or comprehend. The phrases I was uncertain about are “black and white the Italians
South Americans the crutches”.
Thank you for sharing your poetry and your voice, which adds a richness to the written word. Much good luck and success to you in all your endeavors, but especially in this contest. 😉
AGM thank you fro your comment and inquiry. What I meant with those phrases was that Italians are not any longer just caucasian (white) and that too often the South Americans are the ones who immigrate here to help the old or sick people, therefore crutches. It’s not by any means a derogatory comment, rather a moving the eyes around while waiting for the train and realizing how life has chanced, specially on Sundays, the only days the immigrants have free, when they do.
Thank you so much for your kind wishes, hoping they will come true.