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.

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