I am from the only Hispanic family
On the block.
I am from the parents with the tan skin.
I am from the whispers and giggles
Because I was different.
I am from Brisca, Puerquito,
And playing kickball and hide ‘n’ seek
Late into the night until the fireflies came out.
I am from cuts, bruises, and sprains
While playing my favorite games.
I am from having no choice but
To eat arroz con gandules even though
I couldn’t stand it.
I am from that messy room that never
Seemed to be clean, no matter what I did.
I am from throwing away all
The broccoli and peas on my plate
While my parents were turned away.
I am from nearly burning down the kitchen
After burning the chicken.
I am from always creyendo and never
Giving up on my future hopes and dreams.
I am from the besos, hugs, y buenas noches
During the times when that was
All I really needed.
I am from being daddy’s little girl.
I am from the I love you’s
And cuidados.
I am from the ancient island of Borinquen.
I am from mi isla bella.
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