Hispanic heritage
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I know no warmth from days past
It was the first to go
Then next was my flesh and blood until all
That's left is teeth and bone
In this sweet earth
In the world of a cultural salad,
I am not American nor Guatemalan
I do not engage in my family's culture
I do not speak perfect Spanish yet I learned it first
I do not resemble that of my family
Because I love you,
I'll act as a wave; gentle yet violent.
I'll take the place of your shelter; use me for cover.
I'll be your sword; stay behind me.
Porque te amo,
Determination,
It's the driving force that lies deep within my soul.
There is only one goal, success.
Two jobs and a full time student, overwhelmed with stress.
I know I might not have been born in a Hispanic Country,
Oh father, you bear your birthright like a cross.
Clutching onto the Cuban luxury you know you deserve,
Resenting the guise of a trip to Disney World
As your only means of escape.
