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.
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.