Brown in the Wrong Town
I often feel unwoven.
I know the landscape of my dreams
filled with images of my once home
but now I search and try to memorize
I have tried to weave myself again
wear my new heart
this huipil that suits me
for the woman I have become.
Sola y completa.
I have not been able to go under the radar.
Brown in the wrong town.
Barrio in the suburbs
rasquache to the core
but why should anyone
know that I grew up poor?
I have tried to assimilate
wear my head on as straight as I can
or at least, my costume appears to be such
that while I am Mexican in my blood
No one has to know.
Erika Marie Garza-Johnson is a poeta from Elsa who now resides in McAllen. Her work has appeared in Border Senses and LUNG.