Birthright

Please give me
another term
because what
I’m observing
is best described
as absurd

I am
first generation
born and bred
in the good ol’
U.S. of A.
I’ll be quick
to say
Te amo Peru
but
it doesn’t stop
my heart
from beating
red
white
and blue.

Walls are built
at the border
to establish
so called order.
Illegal aliens
are invading
but the skies
are clear.
They are people
undocumented
not thieves
El Chapo
or rapists
as stereotypes
would have you
believe.

I am
an anchor baby,
parents surviving
on 25 cent yogurts
bare floors
as a mattress
working
working
working
manual labor
lost in translation
being their Sacajawea
their motivating force
sacrificing their all
so we can have the most.

Immersed
to the culture,
celebrating the 4th
of July
waiting for fireworks
to illuminate the sky
1st place in the Geography bee
stretchy pants
for an all you can eat
Thanksgiving feast,
Deep roots in the Garden state
Proud Scarlet Knight
R.U. all day
Competitive
driven to succeed
defying the odds
23 with a master’s degree
paying it forward
teaching children
to be all
that they can be
my subject is Spanish
so it’s
Si se puede

El puebloUnido

Jamás será

Vencido

bridging the gap
to prevent
ignorance
the chance to attack.

I am the
American Dream
exercising my free speech
holding steadfast
to the pursuit
of happiness
life
and liberty.

Mama

Sopa caliente

Vegetales y carne

Amor suspiro

 

Warm vegetable soup

Meat chunks float

trasnational

Love among oceans

 

 

 

Lily Peruana

Flower war

my name for

those who can’t

speak Español

 

Peruana roots

developed in

American ground

Spanglish is my sound

 

Bonita flor growing

under Inti sol

one taste of mi amor

Leaves to crave more

 

Delicate y calmada

Until mistreated then

You can drown

In Mar Brava

 

Only truths to be told

Lily’s fragrance can’t be

ignored.  I’ve battled

to become quien Soy.

 

 

Una poeta flor

Living unafraid

Writing realities

to cause waves.

 

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Peruvian Lily

Flower war

my name for

those who can’t

speak Español

 

Peruvian roots

developed in

American ground

Spanglish is my sound

 

Pretty flower growing

under Inti sun

one taste of my love

Leaves to crave more

 

Delicate y calm

Until mistreated then

You can drown

In Mar Brava**

 

Only truths to be told

Lily’s fragrance can’t be

ignored.  I’ve battled

to become who I am.

 

 

A flower poet

Living unafraid

Writing realities

to cause waves.

 

 

** Beach in Peru with rough currents