Child of Immigrants

After “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid Say your name the way you want it to be said; live to please yourself, don’t worry about being a stereotype or statistic; people are judgmental, and their opinions don’t matter unless you let them count; you don’t have to announce where you’re from all the time; don’t feel theContinue reading “Child of Immigrants”

Esperanza’s Café

I opened up a coffee shopdown the block from our old crib.I remember we used to drink café con leche every morning and afternoon.I stopped drinking it because since I left you, it doesn’t taste the same.Sometimes I’d wish you’d see my shopand come in for a while.We’d catch up on old times andmaybe we’d feel a connection.MaybeContinue reading “Esperanza’s Café”