My name
My name
is that of a precious gem,
red as blood
and bright as a star.
It shines in the night’s sky
and hides in the day.
These are my stars and stripes
But that is not all of me.
My mother’s name is Cecilia
I am like Cecilia when I sway my hips from side to side
as I walk in her footsteps.
My tongue moves in the sound of my mother's voice
as it copies her words.
Her name reaches across
warm tamales and Subway sandwiches
She is more than I can hold between my arms.
My love for her can expand to the heavens and never end.
It is like the never ending line of numbers,
Her name adds
to my stars and stripes.
It shares the beauty
as mother and daughter do in reflection.
The beauty between the two is indescribable,
like the heavens and a rainbow
.
At school,
I am seen as red, white, and blue.
At home I am
spirited, strong, happy
warm
like tamales trickling with tangy Chile Verde
And that is still not all of me .
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My favorite line in your poem is "It shares the beauty
ReplyDeleteas mother and daughter do in reflection."
I like how u compare your name to other things.
My favorite line in your poem is "It shares the beauty
ReplyDeleteas mother and daughter do in reflection."
I like how u compare your name to other things.