Risky Childhoods!

Boris Fuentes, Beyond the System Writing Contest

I am from wet pines,

From white magic and white snow.

I am from an empty home equipped with thorns,

I am from lavender and sweet vanilla,

The sweetest and calmer of the jasminum floridum,

I’m from Posadas with hot ponche and tamalitos.

I am from scratches and scars,

From bleeding woods & broken bones

I am from quiet it all and take it all in without complaining,

I am from the early mornings begging to keep dreaming about the house in the white forest.

From where our childhood lies and rests for the rest of our lives.

And the laughs one day we had from the empty stomachs.

I am from the arguments and fights my eyes witness

(And the empty stomachs from the laughs one day we had)

I am from the tears and the pains,

From one day you were the cause of my misfortune and unprotection

I am from a lost case and mystery,

From the disease with no remedy and the puzzle you can’t resolve. (figure out).

I am from risks and mistakes,

From wearing dresses when she did not agree and correcting my instability.