I'm getting a negative feeling from Jimmy Santiago Baca, “What is Broken Is What God Blesses,” foundation. The sound that underscores the visual and the sound of the pathetic lady of sixty come riding her corroded bike stress sympathy mirroring our endowments. From my perspective, eventhough the vitality of the sonnet originates from firsthand involvement, it loses its adjust. At the point when the creator expresses, the smashed divider that declares opportunity to the world, we work, we stress, we adore yet dependably with sympathy mirroring our endowments—in our brokenness flourishes life, flourishes light, flourishes the embodiment of our quality, all makes the lyric intriguing. In this effective lyric, Baca praises humankind in its blemish
