Call me on my name
My name is Latin,
please, pronounce it Latin
I want to hear its distinctive sounds;
It’s my identity, my right of existence,
my connection to my native land,
a whisper from my universe to tame the distances;
it’s my pride of heritage,
a blend with Mom’s voice,
a vital need of Eastern sunshine
My vowels and consonants
are crying for recognition,
are thirsty of being heard
Please ,call me on my name
as I call on yours the way it is…
The Present Continuous Thought
IS that of balancing through unknown,
of overlapping times and reschedule the internal clock;
two continents like slices of watermelon
welcoming the sunrise and rainbow colors;
IS that of living in two worlds
and expressing yourself in different languages;
two identities broken to pieces
recreating a puzzle;
IS a continuous river flowing through your body
with sediments of consciousness and unconsciousness
feeding the memory, adding sparkles ,delights,
reconstructing seasons;
IT’S an entity of measuring life , experiences,
native places ,foreign lands…
a type of mechanism for registering someone’s internal clock,
heart pulsations, breathing in a new world.
Nova Scotia - Canada
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Laura Mason 8/25/2014 |
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