A part of me
I’m “the roots of my ancestors”
A golden skin mejicana.
Dark crystal eyes like the night sky.
With a small nose and sharp sense of smell.
Shy like a flower hiding in the shadows.
A mejicana who’s independent.
A senior in high school; going out to college.
A girl who still has many things to discover.
A bird trapped in a cage; who wants to be free.
I ‘m a mejicana who’s been through many struggles.
I left my life in the ranch to live in the city.
My childhood left behind, to live for the future.
I was dazed and confused the time my parents divorced.
My perfect life was destroyed in those few seconds.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
But that’s a part of my life, and who I am today.
One day I want to go back to the place where I was born.
To go back to the one who raced me like I was her own: my grandma.
The feel of the land surrounding me;
like a sheet of comfort.
The feel of the air against my skin caressing me.
For now I have no choice but to endure only pieces.
Things like celebrating el dia de los muertos.
La noche buena that makes feel like I’m back to my roots.
I’m “the roots of my ancestors”
A golden skin mejicana.
Dark crystal eyes like the night sky.
With a small nose and sharp sense of smell.
Shy like a flower hiding in the shadows.
A mejicana who’s independent.
A senior in high school; going out to college.
A girl who still has many things to discover.
A bird trapped in a cage; who wants to be free.
I ‘m a mejicana who’s been through many struggles.
I left my life in the ranch to live in the city.
My childhood left behind, to live for the future.
I was dazed and confused the time my parents divorced.
My perfect life was destroyed in those few seconds.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
But that’s a part of my life, and who I am today.
One day I want to go back to the place where I was born.
To go back to the one who raced me like I was her own: my grandma.
The feel of the land surrounding me;
like a sheet of comfort.
The feel of the air against my skin caressing me.
For now I have no choice but to endure only pieces.
Things like celebrating el dia de los muertos.
La noche buena that makes feel like I’m back to my roots.
2 comments:
sounds grim but it's elaborate and well-thoughtout
i thought it was a great poem keep up the good work
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