I began with a purpose
A motive
Driven by faith
Broken
By destiny
I became attached to
Unwanted reminisces
Distorted by
Painful contradictions
Of what I ever wanted
I was belonging to the wrong societal
Universe
I wasn’t suppose to be there
I wasn’t supposed to be “her”
Realized
That wasn’t my world
That wasn’t my home
Here in his heart
That’s where I belonged
That’s where I’m safe
That’s where I’m strong
Today
I remember who I was
Who I pretended to be
Today I’m just me
A woman
With
A three party
Family
With an angel
And a miracle
Alan
The whistling wind
That glides its way
Into my lungs and
Through my veins
He’s tied to a Chicana
By simultaneously beating hearts
He knows her
The way she knows
Him
I’m
Eighteen
The basic
Everything else
The mystery
Can only be discovered
Not told
Or written
Observe
Talk
Assume
But never
Underestimate
Understand
The I am question
As no answer
But has potential
