I am seventeen, Latina, born in San Juan.
I went to school there then here.
I am the only Latina in my class.
The struggling walk past the elementary school park, up the hill leads to my home, where I write this leaf:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at seventeen, my age. But I guess I'm what
I dream, I see and hear, Lawton, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--- we two--- you, me, talk on this leaf.
(I hear San Juan too.)Me---Who?
Well, I like to create, dream & be in love.
I like to write, dream, sing and laugh out loud.
I like jewelry for a birthday present,
or gold chains--- rose gold, white gold, or sterling silver.
I guess being Latina makes my sense of style NOT like
other souls who are other races.
Let my leaf aspire!
Being me, it just might.
But it will be
A part of you, Mrs.
You are white---
Yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's not an issue.
Sometimes perhaps you want to be apart of me, to be different.
But I often do not ever want to be a part of you.
But I am a realist.
As I learn from you,
I make it easy for you to learn from me---
Although you're older--- and white---
And somewhat nonaligned
This is my leaf for AP English