Poems are meant to be interpreted by the audience but to me, it tells a story of who I am. The identity I can't seem to check in a box because it is more than American but at the same time more than Mexican. This is the way I express my identity and I don't even believe it was enough to explain how I feel.

Forsaken Fronteras

Terrible idea

Dos different roads, one more traveled than the other.

Words erupt out of my mouth like a volcano,

no se how to elucidate my mind.

Longest trip on the train of thought,

Two distinct voices, two distinct lives.

Distinct Ambitions, Cautionary Actions,

broken barriers, forsaken fronteras.

Passionate mezcal growing from a sea of tequila,

silk road set spice on strip of my tongue,

Dressed in knowledge with

a "standard" to my mess, a place for each stone,

no change to choices, absolutely none.

Ode to my identity, singing a soliloquy,

surrender my individuality I shall NOT.

Different ways to say Te Amo, I love you,

Distinct motions to prove it; caressing kiss, mis labios.

Her proficiency was music to my ears.