portrait [of the writer] by julio suarez, 2019
this one is for my great
great
great
grandmother.
whose Jewish nose
trickled its way
down to my face.
she who left her parents’ home
to build her own
4,000 miles away
she, who left once more
that new house, turned prison,
confused for a home.
this one is for my other great
great
great
grandmother.
though i thank you
for painting my skin
this light brown hue,
i wish i knew
if you were from this island
or brought by a ship.
if Arawak ruled your tongue,
or if an African sun
gave birth to your bones.
i wish someone knew
if your hands were like my mother’s,
umber and warm.
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tanamá
just a queer latinx, trying to understand life through words.
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