I Am From Dominican Republic

I Am From the exaggerated decoration for every christmas






in every house , every year

I Am From the little kids playing bitilla as desperately as the





world would end the next day





I Am From the bright colors of the little houses





I believe would make anyone blind



I Am From the involving scent of my mom’s food



I Am From the strong of the every morning coffee







As rich as addictive




I Am From the creamy and sweet Habichuelas Con Dulce




at spring break , which I waited for Impatiently



I Am From the spicy and full-of-meat Sancochos






that my granny made full of joy




From the delicious and refreshing juices that my neighbor sold



The only good thing that came out of that family


Besides the funny arguments that made me burst in laugh

I Am From my BFF’s favorite phrase “El que ta’ bueno abusa”



which always bring memories of our adventures





I Am From all the joy I had in that tiny barrio




From all the tears I cried the day I left





From how happy I was there .