Two Part Harmony
By Roxanna Maria
I am una Isla CARIBEÑA
Slightly tinted by the sun from that distant land.
Mirame, with your imperfect vision
you will trace the history of my people in the frame of my body and see . . . worthlessness
Oyeme, with your selective hearing
you will be untouched by our song echoing in your anthem; it’s too strong to deny, too loud to ignore.
Yet in America, the true meaning of my language unfolds before me and I fail to understand why.
Labeled . . .imigrante for the curl in my hair and the rhythm in my hips, the once whole me begins to tear.
Yo soy mi Isla, become America.
Yo Conozco Mi Gente now know their Nation.
We are not one of you; I am not one of you.
Silently I watch as
2 become 1 and I become none.
Palm trees vs. dead leaves
Mangoes vs. potatoes
Mi alma vs. mi mente
My mind is imprisoned by my soul’s emotions,
Yet they’re still a two-part harmony:
“Just Another to the Grand Ol Flag.”
From First Published Chapbook (2005): EncontrandoMe. Shout out to Yellow Jacket Press.