Since I left I’ve wanted to comeback To return home To hear the accents of my community To speak and listen to Miami-Latin drawl To have a conversation with someone That speaks beautifully—- someone with an accent— As words and phrases Often defy syntactical norms but never loose semantics. To rely—at times- on what is felt but isn’t said To see a Latin American community hustle to thrive In a land where we all work to build a sense of home
In Miami’s blistering heat sweat stained clothes and faces turned sweet fueled by an unrelenting desire To live a life that’s earned.
To bask in pleasure Of sunny days near water nurtured by swaying palm trees Days that end in utter surrender to the lure of the night It’s reassuring calm Fusion cuisine and authentic home cooked meals It’s light filled entertainment Music that sways, pulses, and coaxes any wallflower.
Dawns that bring life’s only constant —-Another day eager to sprout Another opportunity Another dream Another chance to uncover the intimacy of finding and being loved.