"When Your Pride Leaves a Scar"
Mi Papa, light eyes, dark skinned, AFRO-BORIQUEN.
He was the father of my father & my only grandfather.
Swept me away almost every summer
to the island of my ancestors. PUERTO RICO
It was my second home & still is.
See the man was known throughout the states
& his island querido.
For he was a humble man, very grand, and always put others
before him.
He was Latino to the full and everyone knew it.
The pride was ever to be hidden and is driven within me
through him.
But because an argument parents, I just drifted myself away
from that family even my Papa.
Months past, as my pride to stay in contact took the best of
me.
Then a call from my father hit me like an atomic bomb…
Sorry mi hija pero Papa is gone. Regrets run through my head
of what I should of, could of,
But didn’t do to make our last moments better. Now because of
the death of a loved one, the family was together.
Te amo Papa are the only words I wish I could have said.
How my price like me with my scars.
RIP Papa.
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