immigrant experience
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Something in me changed the moment I inhaled the wind
that whips across my mother land.
Immediately, I felt the strength
of the gale inflate my lungs;
my pores welcomed the brilliant sunrays.
I asked my mama,
Why must we go?
She held my small hand and gave it a meek squeeze.
"For however long the nights are still cold, and our empty stomachs continue falling asleep, we won't exist anymore.
I was told a story
about a man
a man who we will call david.
we will call him david because
he too is facing a giant
and just like the david whose story we all can tell
our david too will overcome.
Jittery, nervous, yet excited,
with giddy anticipation coursing through my veins;
Scared, uncertain, yet determined,
Gold Diamond rich with them carats Bold red lips and them plastics Gold Blood dripping it's a classic American Dream......
The Sun rises and birds start to sing,
as I look out my window,
little innocent me.
But little did I know,
that my morning routine was about to be stopped.
It was time for me to leave,
Who I am
Am I my long Spanish name?
Or am I the tongues of those who cannot pronounce it?
[Can't I just call you Maria?]
Am I my full, curvaceous, petite body frame?
My spirit calls out to my parents
How I long to mend
This relationship that got broken amongst the tides of assimilation
And those years of miscommunication.
This song
goes out to my Dad and Mom.
