Dear Nathalia,

Standing in front of the mirror
Like many times before
But this time,
The sounds of
“No se parece a tu mamá” (You do not favor your mom)
Fade away into the instrumentals
She taught me to make home for the
Rhythm and blues and
Soul

I part my bang to the side
Swooping across my face—no longer my identity
I no longer look like anyone at all

Let me go, let me go

My heartbeat as the drums … fade away
My heart strings, a guitar … fade away

“Eres igualita a su mamá” (You are exactly like your mom)

 

Maravilla,

An angel’s embrace
My saving grace
Once upon a time;

 

Chapter 3 title is in reference to the traditional Negro spiritual “Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child.”

Posted by:Maravilla World

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