Story Written in You

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Story Written in You

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Vanessa Sanchez, Author

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The sea salt sprayed my face as waves crashed onto steel.
My heart was scattered on my Isla with red clay dirt and 400 shades
of blue,
Here I was with mango lodged in my throat and swirls of colors I
couldn’t feel.

 

The shore approached as closely as Mars and my tongue was dressed
in swallowed tears.
Green fatigues, rifles coupled with smiles and Bienvenidos burned
my eyes with heroes.
Where was the savior among these 100 barrack beds? I want
mi madre, mi patria, and
I can’t stifle the scream any longer because I am fierce, but I fear.

 

I fear my lips will never learn to navigate my mouth to pronounce
this English.
I fear I cannot live without my bluest ocean and my brother’s arm to
guide me.
I fear the curls in my hair and the curve to my hip will simply
diminish.

 

But it does not, mi hija, for it lives in you. My bluest ocean floats in
your eyes,
the history of my people is written in the onyx of your hair, the
rhythm of my salsa drenches your hips.
The map of my red clay Isla lines your palms, the heat of my
country in your temper,
the beauty of Cuba personified.

Photo courtesy of Vanessa Sanchez.

Photo courtesy of Vanessa Sanchez.

Vanessa was born and raised on the beach in Florida, but now resides by the beach in San Diego with her husband and two children. She has attended University of South Florida, and is set to complete her Bachelor of Arts in English at National University this summer. She is an aspiring wordsmith, shameless foodie, lover of the sea and wearer of many hats.