my motherś momś sister

I
remember
her
The only one I can
I can
I see her when I
leave
this world
sitting
on my favorite white chair
smiling
with my favorite toothy smile
tip,tap,tapping
her fingers
waiting
for me to
come back
home
and I would
If I could
run for the sun
That scorched my back
leaving me sweltering to the core
I
remember
the
bags of candy
when she came from work
The everest mountain of ice-cream
for a good grade
I
remember
my
4-year-old mouth
the promise I made to buy her
a house,
a car,
anything for her to come
to this new land with me

I no longer want her
to come to this new place
America
Where she will be a ¨booty-scratcher¨
where she will be seen as
¨immigrant¨
¨alien¨
¨nothing¨
Because
she
is
NOT an
assimilationist
but it pain me even more
when I hear her voice on the phone
and feel her wither
an Atlantic Ocean
Away

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