Monica Hicks Poems

A dónde vamoswhere are we going
Speak in English or the guard is going to come
A dónde vamoswhere are we going
Speak in English or the guard is gonna get us hermana
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Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone.
My first language was Spanish.
Learned from sweet stories told by my papi at bedtime.
My tongue a formation of the stardust of my heritage,
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