-by Carrie Lissette Lara, Grade 10
I am from a refrigerator KenmoreFrom arroz con verduras and horchataI am from the clean beige carpet in my living roomand the great smell of my mom's enchiladasI am from the red roses in my gardenThe apple tree from my very own yardWhose long gone limbs I rememberAs if they were my own.
I'm from ojos cafes and daddy's little girlFrom mis papis Maria and CarlosI'm from vamos a jugar futbol and let's go to the moviesAnd from let's go camping.
I'm from portate bien chamaca! And fijate con quien te juntas!And no friegues conmigo porque vas a ver nina!I'm from partying all day long with the family.I'm from Chicagofrom tamales and pupusasfrom mi bis abuelo Jose que hace y vende quesos y mi abuelita que es costurera all their lives.The memories that I've had with my parentsLos traigo en mi CorazonI'm Mexican and Salvadorian for life.Y soy la Rosa que florecio Del Bello rosalWhen my parents saw me for the first time.
Editor's Apology: The above poem has some Spanish words that are missing accents. Sorry about that. I don't know how to include them using this bloggy software. :(
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