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Untitled by Nellie Pagan All that is lost today will never be regained. Placed on the out skirts of this cultural isolation. Bound to my mother who never stopped working. While Papi confided in a man named Bud. Lost he wages playing craps While my sister turned to crack Never knowing that along we came shackled and bound. Not sailing on water, but flying in vain Leaving all behind in out native land No more sun filled mornings No more sitting while embracing the glorious breeze They worked and were regarded as nothing Roach filled tenements Filled with frustration Never being able to vent Caught in this hyphenated world. Nuyorican, Puerto Rican, with an ounce of American Our parents all came with a mission in mind If they had worked hard enough, they would be able to return in time Before the sound of the Cocqui became a memory in our distant minds. They began to age over time Their faces began to display the stress they had endured, that at times could never be defined. Their eyes became wiery, while their hair began the process of turning gray. Papi never learned English for fear of losing his native tongue Mami cleaned places for faces much lighter then her own While my sister.... Well she just didn't make it out there on her own. My mother was never the same, when we buried my sister that mournful day. Both of my parents assumed the blame, never finding a way for her soul to be regained. My sister never lived to see the day we all returned home. We gathered that day to pay our respects Our heads hung low, while her casket was lowered down into the ground below. She was home now. A home she had come to know, by stories told by both the wise and the old. We were all now home. |
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