A poem by moi (warning: it sucks lmao. This was an assignment for school)
I am from winter afternoons, recess in the snow
Taking off my snow pants and jacket, and hoping my mother won't know
The hill like a mountain in contrast to my small form
Where staying after school to sled was always the norm
I am from pan-con-mantequilla-derretida or avena each morning
The smells of the kitchen and my early yawning
Eating arroz con frijoles for dinner each night
And getting to the last croqueta was always a fight
I am from sleepovers every other weekend
My best friend falling asleep before me again
Do you remember climbing atop the kitchen counters
And munching on bitter chocolate for hours?
I am from rough sand in the park
Scraping my elbow on the willow tree's bark
Pretending to fly on the swings
Feeling as free as if I had wings
I am from a bunk-bed shared with my brother
But having nightmares gave me permission to go sleep by mother
Watching How It's Made before bed
Mechanics and designs filled my head
I am from music in all forms
Play it louder to drown out the thunderstorms
A flute, a piano, a violin, a guitar
Play the rock through the speakers of your car
I am from endurance and dry eyes
Don't ever let them hear your cries
"Drama won't get you anywhere"
"Don't say that it's not fair"
I am not from grandparents giving you money and food
Where everyone was always in a good mood
No one told me that homosexuality was okay
I never even knew what it meant to be gay
I am not from the Easter Bunny and Santa's sleigh
School didn't end in May
No TV playing Spongebob and Sesame Street
Or sweets lying around for us to eat
I am from my past
But my future has come at last
