Brand New
Dear Guadalupe,
I know you might feel a little scared right now.
You also may have a lot of questions.
You keep asking yourself if this is normal.
You're scared,confused, and sad.
Nothing is wrong with you.
Your ok
and you're doing the right thing.
When you go into your mother sewing supplies and stare at the mirror please
Don't point out your fallibilities
Don't call yourself stupid
Don't hate yourself
Because don't you realize?
Your perfect.
When you hear your long hair hitting the ground you'll start to feel it.
Your dad will love it but your mom...
Prepare yourself
You're going to be stared at, a lot
People will point and whisper
Pay no mind to them, they don't matter.
School will be different
You'll come back running with tears streaming down your face
You'll try your best to hide the bruises decorating your arms
Using your mothers make-up
That day you’ll discover that make-up comes in different shades
And now it’s a lot more noticeable
You’ll try to lie to your mother
But it’s fruitless, she already knows.
They gave her a call
You end up crying again as she helps remove the make-up
And mends the bruises
In between sobs you ask your mom if they could return all the clothes new clothes you got
That you want to change schools
You say you’ll let her dress you any way she wants
you’ll stop fighting it.
She’ll tug on your shoulders
She’ll softly cup your face
Her soft warm hands will guide you both to meet eye to eye
She’ll swept some of your short choppy hair out of your view
“I didn't give birth to a weak and cowardly person,
I gave birth to a tough little fighter
And I’ll raise her to be a handsome, smart, and strong man”
her strong but soothing voice will lull you to close your eyes
She’ll comb your hair with her thin fingers and kiss your forehead
She’ll cut you hair the next day
“No son of mine will look like he lives on the streets”
People will keep staring
But you won’t care
People will keep whispering
But you won’t listen
You’ll happily swing on each of your parents hands as they lift you up
Proud of their little boy
Because they know just as much as you do
That your perfect and flawless
Sincerly,
Xavier (that’s you)