Mami has skin like peaches and cream. By chance, the day I was born I was sealed with the same fate Neither Papi, my siblings, nor my cousins look like us. The color of our skin built a barrier between...

We were never allowed to hang about the corners of the streets Not even allowed to let it cross our minds Too scared we would run into the streets and its savage crowd Or worse The streets come...

My father made his body crooked All his life to afford a smile on our face Once made out of clay Able to change his ways through trade Now dried out Leaving cracks on his forehead and forearms Souvenirs...