Self-Portrait
In your eyes,
I’m a princess,
young and beautiful,
born and raised in a city of monstrous mills,
which were alive, and
admirably standing
overlooking the rivers,
holding down the history
of a vibrant city.
Once hardworking and as efficient as
A black hawk.
Now dead and barren
but they are not forgotten.
I came from a palm tree,
planted in beautiful Quisequeya.
Where the sky is always a light shade of royal blue,
filled with juicy mangos and
and the trees are bearing their children of
green plátanos and ripe aquacates.
I’m a campesina
in the campo.
Picking certain cherries,
bold and big,
the ones that hold the key
to the chamber,
locked and put away.
A black hawk.
Now dead and barren
but they are not forgotten.
I came from a palm tree,
planted in beautiful Quisequeya.
Where the sky is always a light shade of royal blue,
filled with juicy mangos and
and the trees are bearing their children of
green plátanos and ripe aquacates.
I’m a campesina
in the campo.
Picking certain cherries,
bold and big,
the ones that hold the key
to the chamber,
locked and put away.
I am a star,
millions of m i l e s away,
that struggles,
but manages not to be outshone.
Trying so hard to illuminate
the sky.
Hidden in my world
deciphering right
from wrong,
the one that only
I
understand.
By: Audris T
posted by CDCStudent @ 11:17 AM
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