La Gringa

13 Apr

Mirame a los ojos y dime de donde vengo
quienes son mis padres y cual es mi nombre

Lupita Maria, me dices, bella como tu madre
pero disculpame, como diablo se pronuncia

el apellido de tu padre? y cuando
abres la boca nadie te entiende

People look at me and ask
where do you come from?

and I know there will never be
a simple answer to that question

my face does not match
my name does not match

my voice does not match
it’s a trifecta of confusion

you must be Native American
I say I am of the tribe of New Jersey

But you don’t have an accent,
what exit? they smirk

105 and 109, I reply
with authority and pride

So where did Lupe come from?
It’s my mother’s name

Is she Mexican?
No, she is Ecuadorean

Oh, that explains it
the Incan connection

your English is so good
I’ve been speaking it since birth

but their eyes have glazed over
and they will never really know

who I am, and most importantly
where I come from



4 Responses to “La Gringa”

  1. M April 14, 2016 at 2:51 am #

    oh, I know this one. when I’m not feeling snarky I just nod and ignore. when I am.. I say Carmel. ‘no, you know what I mean.’ ‘yes, i do. do you?’…


  2. Oloriel April 14, 2016 at 11:00 am #

    I think those who insist to prod have trouble even finding themselves, they yearn a box with a label and love to compete with other on who has assembled more pieces of their own identity (not caring the other person is not interested!) Whoever and whatever you are, be beautiful being it!

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