Kimberly Garcia


In my hair is my grandparents that had to work everyday in the fields of D.R. and P.R.

In my brown eyes I have the sister before me.

On the lips that I speak are words of people who have made fun of me.

In the mind that I think in is all the torture my people have gone through.

This is me.

Poem Submitted: Friday, February 26, 2010

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