I wrote this poem in my Poetry Writing class this past semester. Tomorrow I will be there! Pray for packing success and safety traveling. This is gonna be awesome.
Cancún
Your dust petal paths smell of salt and
vibrancy.
Your poverty is a shipwreck.
Tourists plunder your identity.
You play along to survive.
It’s like pretend,
for real.
But your embodiment lies
beyond the hotel zone.
Mixing concrete
like too-thick cake batter
Playing Memory
with little
tramposos
Grins and giggles
As a gaggle of girls gallop
To the libros arriving
In plastic bins
The most thrilling part of the week!
Little voices raised, crying,
Mi
Dios es Grande
On the street,
Drilled into dirt doorways
Like the blood of the Passover Lamb
You showed me simple.
I want to stay.
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