GrowingOlderHopeWiser

I hear Abuela
Be brave, mi niña, and breathe
You are of the Earth

I hear echoes of
A long history spoken
La Familia

Mama’s hands tapping;
clacking of typewriter keys
A handful of dreams

My Latina veins
Flushes hot, rivers of pain
dreams not meant to be

Forgotten woman
A stranger in my country
Among the haters

Like hot tamales
Untie the string and eat it
with a black café

My brown skin is all
That you see, I am different
American, see

Like flowers trampled
Into dirt, I kiss the boot 
You now stomp me with

A mistake, you said
No apology for me
My sisters still bleed