My skin, mi piel...
is the color of crema de vanilla
mixed with the caffeine-filled liquid
many sought after every time the sun's rays hit their eyes,
yet I am greeted with half the joy that that cup of cafe gets.
My skin, mi piel...
is a reflection of the dry tierra that blankets the earth
the dust that gets on their white church pants.
My skin, mi piel...
is the encasement of a bilingual girl that has bigger worries than hopes
My skin, mi piel...
is not to blame for the things I can or cannot do
for the things I did or couldn't do
or the opportunities I have taken or could not take.
My skin, mi piel
is just another color that gets placed behind them
again and again
and again
All because their skin, su piel
is the color of crema de vanilla.
They are greeted with full joy.
They wear white church pants.
Their skin, su piel...
are the encasements of bigger hopes than worries.
Their skin, su piel...
is not blamed for the things they did or did not do
or opportunities they have and had the choice not to take.
Their skin, su piel...
gets placed in front of them
again and again
and again.
but there comes a time...
when circles close.
When people no longer care if they are received with joy or not
because they have support from their people.
When they love that they are the reflection of the dry tierra
that blankets the earth.
When people filled once with more worries than hope
are now filled with information, resources, and fight.
When there are more and more people that were once placed behind
who no longer let themselves be placed behind.
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts finally written
PoetryIn this book there is laughter. pain, fear, and advice because I feel like maybe someone else could read this book and be able to relate to what I am writing. That in itself is a great accomplishment.
