Poetry is always up to the interpretation of the reader. However, if you wish to know where in my soul this erupted from, it was confusion.
I am from Detroit but my parents are from Mexico. My heart is not from here nor is it from there. I am a mix of beauty and this is me.
Not From Here, Nor From There
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 a 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.