she grew up in two worlds she went to a predominantly white school then when she went home, she opened the door into Latin America she had a private education at a public school but her father would raise her as if she lived in a third world country rather than a nice American city …
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Every Once in a While
I see her every once in a while. I see her in the photos she’s not included in anymore. I see her in my father’s tattoo, in between his shoulder blades. I see her in the empty chair at family gatherings. I see her in the bracelet that I never take off. I see her …
Iced
A beautiful snow takes the land outside the window. It lands ever so delicately on the branches, being careful as to not wake the trees. Each snowflake dances with the wind creating a beautiful duet. At least until the breeze becomes bored and drops the flake into a pile of itself. The snowfall quickens, prints …
My Home
My house is not grandiose It’s not your traditional picket fence A green lawn with garden gnomes No, it’s apartment like, but it’s home My house is small but not cramped Cozy one might say Warm in the winter and cool in the summers My room is my favorite part of the house Because in …
Where I’m From
I am from Couch from candles and spoons I am from the plants in the corner (brilliant greens and fresh air) I am from the cacti The large standing oak Whose long gone limbs I remember As if they where my own I am from blue elephants and chocolate eyes Alfonzo and Miriam I am …
Never Stop Learning 