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WHERE I'M FROM
I am from a wooden reed, From vaporub and from the cocoa seeds I am from the yellow door, two family brick house Colorful, bright like the fallen leaves in the fall I am from the rose bush in the backyard Swinging in the spring and summer breeze, Whose prickly thorns startle any animal that Found themselves near it. I’m from the novena praying and wavy hair From Raul and Maria I’m from the funny and loud-mouth From the “Never give up” From the “mija cuidate” And “je t’aimes” I’m from the cross, the suffering and resurrection, From the forgiveness and mercy. I’m from Corona and South America Seco de pollo, arepas, Italian pastas and ceviches From the cumbia and vallenatos played every Monday morning, From the tall and skinny Dimples and light brown eyes. From the bullet hole in my godfathers leg, While in war in Iraq, The clock my father looks at when I’m out at night On my library shelf was a album, Intertwined with textbooks, A time capsule To keep the memories alive. I am from those happenings Those priceless moments That have brought me this far. |
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