Ella me mira.
She would never say it.
Está escrito en su cara
it is written in her hands
apretado con la edad.
It is spoken in my light skin.
Todo lo que ella construyó
it all crashes down around her.
El cabello lacio de su hija
forever chemically altered.
Formulacio.
Slowly erasing the history
su familia olvida
their native tongue
extraño en mi boca
clumsy in my practice.
Mi madre me ruega
speak English. Be safe.
Abuela ve a su nieta blanca
Speaking Spanish doesn’t suit you