My Leaf

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


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